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Shout out to Alex and Costa, my Greek Paisans!
WARNING: This story does contain violence and language! Don't say I didn't warn you!
THE BATTLE OF LIBERTY CITY
A GTA3 YARN
BY JayJay Bakes
PART 4
WIND BELOW
Soccer was not often played at the Liberty Memorial Coliseum, in fact, it was never played. American football was the common sport played here, sometimes even baseball, but, due to the influence of one man, a man by the name of Enishi, the Coliseum decided to allow a simple soccer game played by two Asian teams, mostly made up of hoods and bag men from the Yakusa, but of course, no one asked questions.
Enishi had great power in Staunton Island, this being the littlest of it, but Enishi could pretty much have anything he wanted whenever he wanted it. Simple things were worked out, people were talked to, and Enishi always got what he wanted. Enishi had people working for him all over the island, but all this Morris already knew.
During his three-week stay in Staunton Island, Morris had learned much about his quarry, Enishi, almost more then he wanted to. Morris had spent his time following Enishi all over the city, staking out places where he went, watching for faces, seeing who Enishi worked with, trying even to get in a good position where he could in fact hear conversations between Enishi and his associates and had even learned the names of some of the people working closely with Enishi. He had mapped out most of the city already, following Enishi around, and he had even scoped out areas for possible ambushes, and sniper posts, if ever Morris' boss, Sonny Leone, wanted Enishi taken out.
Right now, Morris was sitting comfortably, watching the soccer game. Morris loved soccer, loved playing it, even though his chosen profession left him very little time to enjoy.anything. But even through it all, Morris just loved soccer.
Yet, Morris wasn't really here to watch the game. He was here to meet someone, his friend and mentor, Victor. He was now hoping that he would be able to catch Vic before he snuck up to him, as he always did. But Morris remembered then that it was Victor who had taught him how to sneak up on people in the first place.
And in that moment, Vic sat down next to him.
Morris almost jumped, but instead smiled and continued looking forward. "Jesus," He muttered. "I don't know how you still do that."
Vic opened his bag of pretzels and took some out, throwing them into his mouth. "I didn't teach you everything I know, Morris." He said through a full mouth. "Besides," He swallowed down the pretzels. "You love soccer. If ever there was something that would distract you, it would be soccer." He took some more pretzels and offered them to Morris. "Why do you think I choose to meet here?" He looked over at him.
Morris glanced at him, smiled, and took the pretzels. He chomped them down and then said, "How long you been in town?"
"Got in yesterday." Vic replied. "Had to find a place to shack up. I brought some guys with me."
"You brought men?"
"Just for security, in case we can't get word back to Sonny." Vic continued chewing. He suddenly leaned forward, almost yelling down at the field below, as the goalie just stopped a kick by jumping on the ball, making the striker trip over him. "Why are they all Asian?" He asked, leaning back.
"Enishi." Morris replied.
"Oh, so that's the bloke's name?" Vic said.
Morris looked over at him. "You didn't know?"
Vic smiled. "Yeah, yeah, I knew. He's over at the casino, right?"
"Yeah, that's where he's shacked up." Morris replied. They both suddenly rose in that moment, walking up the stairs, out the Coliseum. "How's Lu?"
"He's doing good." Vic laughed. "Got women all over Portland now, making a whole lot a' cash, a whole lot."
"How about Maddie?"
"He's fine." Vic replied. "Him and Sonny are planning something big. Something real big."
Morris walked out the exit, followed by Victor. "What's that?"
Vic shook his head. "Got me."
"What's some of the names then?" Vic asked, sticking his fork into his fried rice and taking some in his mouth. They both sat at a small bar of a Chinese restrauant.
"Well," Morris chewed on his noodles. "One I know for sure, this one's high up, his name is Yahiko."
"Yahiko?"
"Yeah." Morris replied. "He pretty much runs the whole show. Enishi is in charge, but Yahiko gets everything done."
Vic took a drink of soda. "So, taking Yahiko out.?"
".Would greatly hurt the Yakusa business." Morris finished. "He's a key player, does a lot of the dirty work for Enishi."
"What about this Enishi, though?" Vic cut a piece of pork and put it in his mouth. "What about him? He got any family in town, any weaknesses?"
"Well, if he does, he's very good at concealing them. Everyone I saw him with was a business partner. I mean, everything was business; this guy never even bought the papers. I never saw him even talking to anyone other then guys in suits."
"Any, uh, non-Asians he working with?" Vic asked.
Morris shook his head while he chewed on a piece of broccoli. "No, no, he's very discreet about that. I think he doesn't like mixing with anyone outside his own flock."
Vic grunted and Morris couldn't tell if it was a laugh or if Vic was burping. He laughed trying to tell the difference.
"That's him." Morris' voice came over, looking across the road. He and Vic sat in Morris' car, a black Kuruma, which Joey had supped for him back in Portland.
Vic, in the passenger seat, leaned forward. "The short one?"
"No, no, the tall one." Morris replied.
"Yahiko. Funny looking guy." Vic said. "Nice jacket though."
"Yeah." Morris smiled. They were parked across the street from the casino at which Enishi had been staying. Outside of it, cars were parked and men in suits stood around them. Yahiko, in his red leather jacket, was standing by one car, a limo, opening the door. A moment later, more men walked out.
"Okay, okay," Morris sat up in his seat. "There's his assistant, he's name Riku or something, he's very close to Enishi and.that is Enishi."
Absolute silence filled the car. Morris turned in his seat and looked at Vic, whose face was still. His mouth was close shut and his eyes went wide. He was frozen in place.
"Vic.?" Morris said, looking at him.
Vic leaned forward. "That.That's.Enishi?"
They watched as Enishi walked out and looked around, said something to Yahiko and then got in the car, followed by Riku and Yahiko.
They sat in silence, watching as the car pulled out, followed by two other cars, and down the street. Morris looked at Vic. "Vic.Vic what is it?"
Vic was still staring forward, watching the cars disappear in the distance. He stopped and looked down, as If he was in pain. His jaw muscles rippled and he looked up.
"Something.something from.the past." Vic muttered, staring with anger in his eyes toward the direction of the cars.
"I don't trust him, Enishi-dono." Riku said, sitting across from Enishi in the back of the limo.
Yahiko, seated next to Enishi, turning from his view looking out the window. "You don't trust anyone, Riku-san."
Riku glared at Yahiko. Enishi held up a hand. They both looked at him. "I don't trust him either." Enishi said. "It makes no difference. This man will soon be dealt with."
"Yes, Enishi-dono." Riku replied. "How do you.?"
"Sonny Leone, Riku-dono." Enishi broke off the last of Riku's sentence. "Sonny Leone will kill him for me."
Days later, Sonny Leone was sitting outside his mansion looking out at the ocean when Maddie walked up behind him with a cell phone. "It's Vic." He said, handing it to Sonny as Sonny rose and walked on the grass.
"Vic! How's things?" Sonny said into the phone.
Vic's voice came clearly over the line. "Good. Good. All looking fine so far."
A cool breeze from the ocean caressed Sonny's hair. "How's Morris?"
"He's fine. Been busy, he tells me." Vic replied. "Look, Sonny, there's something you need to know about this Enishi situation."
Sonny could sense the concern. "What's wrong?"
"He's working with the Colombians." Vic said.
Sonny paused his brisk pace about the grass. "The Colombians? I thought they were based in Shoreside?"
"By the looks of things they still are." Vic replied. "But we followed Enishi today and he met with some of them."
Sonny was silent for a moment, working the details in his head. "What was the meet for?"
Vic cleared his throat. "Seems it was a handoff. Enishi gave over a suitcase. It looked heavy from what we saw."
"He's funding the Colombians?" Sonny asked.
"Or paying back a debt." Vic replied, and then a voice said something in the background. "Or he could have been dropping off some product that the Colombians had paid for in advance. That's Morris' theory." Vic repeated for Morris.
Sonny shook his head. "No, Enishi's too high up for a simple drop."
A moment passed. "So, what do you want to do?" Vic asked.
"Just hold tight, keep the surveillance on. I'm coming soon, I'll call you tomorrow." Sonny said.
"Ok." Vic replied. "Look, Sonny, there's something we need to talk about when you get here."
"It can wait till then?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Ok." Sonny clapped the phone shut in his hand and walked to Maddie. "Start packing."
END OF PART 4
To be continued
Author's note: Really, Really, REALLY sorry for the delay, folks. I've been writing a fantasy story and it's hard to get into the organized crime mood lately. I hope I haven't made anybody ticked with the delay. If you see any mistakes in the story, items I seemed to have confused, please tell me! I appreciate it.
Next chapter: What happened exactly with Sonny Leone when he vanished from Liberty City? What happened to him in Vice City? How did he meet Maddie, Vic, Morris, and Castor? Stay tuned for a glimpse into the past, into Vice City! Be prepared to see Tommy Vercetti and more of the fabulous Vice City cast! All this and more in the next chapter: MR. VERCETTI.
Shout out to Alex and Costa, my Greek Paisans!
WARNING: This story does contain violence and language! Don't say I didn't warn you!
THE BATTLE OF LIBERTY CITY
A GTA3 YARN
BY JayJay Bakes
PART 4
WIND BELOW
Soccer was not often played at the Liberty Memorial Coliseum, in fact, it was never played. American football was the common sport played here, sometimes even baseball, but, due to the influence of one man, a man by the name of Enishi, the Coliseum decided to allow a simple soccer game played by two Asian teams, mostly made up of hoods and bag men from the Yakusa, but of course, no one asked questions.
Enishi had great power in Staunton Island, this being the littlest of it, but Enishi could pretty much have anything he wanted whenever he wanted it. Simple things were worked out, people were talked to, and Enishi always got what he wanted. Enishi had people working for him all over the island, but all this Morris already knew.
During his three-week stay in Staunton Island, Morris had learned much about his quarry, Enishi, almost more then he wanted to. Morris had spent his time following Enishi all over the city, staking out places where he went, watching for faces, seeing who Enishi worked with, trying even to get in a good position where he could in fact hear conversations between Enishi and his associates and had even learned the names of some of the people working closely with Enishi. He had mapped out most of the city already, following Enishi around, and he had even scoped out areas for possible ambushes, and sniper posts, if ever Morris' boss, Sonny Leone, wanted Enishi taken out.
Right now, Morris was sitting comfortably, watching the soccer game. Morris loved soccer, loved playing it, even though his chosen profession left him very little time to enjoy.anything. But even through it all, Morris just loved soccer.
Yet, Morris wasn't really here to watch the game. He was here to meet someone, his friend and mentor, Victor. He was now hoping that he would be able to catch Vic before he snuck up to him, as he always did. But Morris remembered then that it was Victor who had taught him how to sneak up on people in the first place.
And in that moment, Vic sat down next to him.
Morris almost jumped, but instead smiled and continued looking forward. "Jesus," He muttered. "I don't know how you still do that."
Vic opened his bag of pretzels and took some out, throwing them into his mouth. "I didn't teach you everything I know, Morris." He said through a full mouth. "Besides," He swallowed down the pretzels. "You love soccer. If ever there was something that would distract you, it would be soccer." He took some more pretzels and offered them to Morris. "Why do you think I choose to meet here?" He looked over at him.
Morris glanced at him, smiled, and took the pretzels. He chomped them down and then said, "How long you been in town?"
"Got in yesterday." Vic replied. "Had to find a place to shack up. I brought some guys with me."
"You brought men?"
"Just for security, in case we can't get word back to Sonny." Vic continued chewing. He suddenly leaned forward, almost yelling down at the field below, as the goalie just stopped a kick by jumping on the ball, making the striker trip over him. "Why are they all Asian?" He asked, leaning back.
"Enishi." Morris replied.
"Oh, so that's the bloke's name?" Vic said.
Morris looked over at him. "You didn't know?"
Vic smiled. "Yeah, yeah, I knew. He's over at the casino, right?"
"Yeah, that's where he's shacked up." Morris replied. They both suddenly rose in that moment, walking up the stairs, out the Coliseum. "How's Lu?"
"He's doing good." Vic laughed. "Got women all over Portland now, making a whole lot a' cash, a whole lot."
"How about Maddie?"
"He's fine." Vic replied. "Him and Sonny are planning something big. Something real big."
Morris walked out the exit, followed by Victor. "What's that?"
Vic shook his head. "Got me."
"What's some of the names then?" Vic asked, sticking his fork into his fried rice and taking some in his mouth. They both sat at a small bar of a Chinese restrauant.
"Well," Morris chewed on his noodles. "One I know for sure, this one's high up, his name is Yahiko."
"Yahiko?"
"Yeah." Morris replied. "He pretty much runs the whole show. Enishi is in charge, but Yahiko gets everything done."
Vic took a drink of soda. "So, taking Yahiko out.?"
".Would greatly hurt the Yakusa business." Morris finished. "He's a key player, does a lot of the dirty work for Enishi."
"What about this Enishi, though?" Vic cut a piece of pork and put it in his mouth. "What about him? He got any family in town, any weaknesses?"
"Well, if he does, he's very good at concealing them. Everyone I saw him with was a business partner. I mean, everything was business; this guy never even bought the papers. I never saw him even talking to anyone other then guys in suits."
"Any, uh, non-Asians he working with?" Vic asked.
Morris shook his head while he chewed on a piece of broccoli. "No, no, he's very discreet about that. I think he doesn't like mixing with anyone outside his own flock."
Vic grunted and Morris couldn't tell if it was a laugh or if Vic was burping. He laughed trying to tell the difference.
"That's him." Morris' voice came over, looking across the road. He and Vic sat in Morris' car, a black Kuruma, which Joey had supped for him back in Portland.
Vic, in the passenger seat, leaned forward. "The short one?"
"No, no, the tall one." Morris replied.
"Yahiko. Funny looking guy." Vic said. "Nice jacket though."
"Yeah." Morris smiled. They were parked across the street from the casino at which Enishi had been staying. Outside of it, cars were parked and men in suits stood around them. Yahiko, in his red leather jacket, was standing by one car, a limo, opening the door. A moment later, more men walked out.
"Okay, okay," Morris sat up in his seat. "There's his assistant, he's name Riku or something, he's very close to Enishi and.that is Enishi."
Absolute silence filled the car. Morris turned in his seat and looked at Vic, whose face was still. His mouth was close shut and his eyes went wide. He was frozen in place.
"Vic.?" Morris said, looking at him.
Vic leaned forward. "That.That's.Enishi?"
They watched as Enishi walked out and looked around, said something to Yahiko and then got in the car, followed by Riku and Yahiko.
They sat in silence, watching as the car pulled out, followed by two other cars, and down the street. Morris looked at Vic. "Vic.Vic what is it?"
Vic was still staring forward, watching the cars disappear in the distance. He stopped and looked down, as If he was in pain. His jaw muscles rippled and he looked up.
"Something.something from.the past." Vic muttered, staring with anger in his eyes toward the direction of the cars.
"I don't trust him, Enishi-dono." Riku said, sitting across from Enishi in the back of the limo.
Yahiko, seated next to Enishi, turning from his view looking out the window. "You don't trust anyone, Riku-san."
Riku glared at Yahiko. Enishi held up a hand. They both looked at him. "I don't trust him either." Enishi said. "It makes no difference. This man will soon be dealt with."
"Yes, Enishi-dono." Riku replied. "How do you.?"
"Sonny Leone, Riku-dono." Enishi broke off the last of Riku's sentence. "Sonny Leone will kill him for me."
Days later, Sonny Leone was sitting outside his mansion looking out at the ocean when Maddie walked up behind him with a cell phone. "It's Vic." He said, handing it to Sonny as Sonny rose and walked on the grass.
"Vic! How's things?" Sonny said into the phone.
Vic's voice came clearly over the line. "Good. Good. All looking fine so far."
A cool breeze from the ocean caressed Sonny's hair. "How's Morris?"
"He's fine. Been busy, he tells me." Vic replied. "Look, Sonny, there's something you need to know about this Enishi situation."
Sonny could sense the concern. "What's wrong?"
"He's working with the Colombians." Vic said.
Sonny paused his brisk pace about the grass. "The Colombians? I thought they were based in Shoreside?"
"By the looks of things they still are." Vic replied. "But we followed Enishi today and he met with some of them."
Sonny was silent for a moment, working the details in his head. "What was the meet for?"
Vic cleared his throat. "Seems it was a handoff. Enishi gave over a suitcase. It looked heavy from what we saw."
"He's funding the Colombians?" Sonny asked.
"Or paying back a debt." Vic replied, and then a voice said something in the background. "Or he could have been dropping off some product that the Colombians had paid for in advance. That's Morris' theory." Vic repeated for Morris.
Sonny shook his head. "No, Enishi's too high up for a simple drop."
A moment passed. "So, what do you want to do?" Vic asked.
"Just hold tight, keep the surveillance on. I'm coming soon, I'll call you tomorrow." Sonny said.
"Ok." Vic replied. "Look, Sonny, there's something we need to talk about when you get here."
"It can wait till then?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Ok." Sonny clapped the phone shut in his hand and walked to Maddie. "Start packing."
END OF PART 4
To be continued
Author's note: Really, Really, REALLY sorry for the delay, folks. I've been writing a fantasy story and it's hard to get into the organized crime mood lately. I hope I haven't made anybody ticked with the delay. If you see any mistakes in the story, items I seemed to have confused, please tell me! I appreciate it.
Next chapter: What happened exactly with Sonny Leone when he vanished from Liberty City? What happened to him in Vice City? How did he meet Maddie, Vic, Morris, and Castor? Stay tuned for a glimpse into the past, into Vice City! Be prepared to see Tommy Vercetti and more of the fabulous Vice City cast! All this and more in the next chapter: MR. VERCETTI.