7 Shells
=Prologue=
Liberty City, 1996.
The rain continued to come down outside. The three men sitting in the
small room were a like a who's who in the world of organized crime.
"We gotta take this guy down, before he comes down here and tries to rub us
out!"
"Yeah yeah, I know we have to-but this isn't the time. Remember our man
down in Vice?"
"You mean Mikey?"
"Yeah, him. He called yesterday. He said that Vercetti's got too many
people. Too much power. Supposedly, he's untouchable right now."
The look on Joey Leone's face showed his frustration with Don Cipriani, but
he didn't dare cross him. After Don Salvatore's murder, Toni had become
the Leone family don. Luigi Goterelli finally broke the silence. "Maybe we
could stage a distraction, or a riot-"
Toni cut in-"Or an attack on one of his assets." A devilish smile came
over the Don's face, and the meeting was adjourned.
Joey walked down the steps into the garage and got into the customized black Sentinel. His thoughts were empty, and to cover up the silence he switched on the radio. He turned the knob until he was on Double Cleff FM, and instead heard a newswoman. "Earlier today in Vice City a shootout took place on Maple Avenue. A lone gunman wielding a semi-automatic weapon was arrested after being shot in the stomach. No names have been released, but the man allegedly was in a mafia operation, but it is unkno"-the radio switched off. "Stupid piece of shit." Joey muttered, as he arrived at his garage.
=Chapter 1: The Plan= The cell phone on the nightstand started to ring. Joey awoke, sleepy eyed, and answered it. It was the Don. "We're planning when and where this shit is going to happen. Get your ass over here, and make it quick." Toni hung up before Joey could even get a word out. Joey looked at the clock and saw it was only 8:30. "Damn, I could have used that sleep." He said quietly to himself, and got dressed. When he got to the Gentleman's Club, it was already 9:15. "What the hell took you so long?!" Toni yelled. "I needed some coffee." Joey replied as he sat down. "Okay then, here's the plan. We're going to go down to Vice City in 5 days. Some of our soldiers are going to attack the Malibu club, and when Vercetti sends some of his men to retaliate, another group of our men is going to flood into his mansion right through the front door. And Joey, I want you to lead the troops." "Me? I can't do that shit!" "That wasn't a fucking question!"-Toni roared back. "I'm getting all the guns and ammo down here from San Fierro tomorrow and then you're going to Vice fucking City!"
Joey walked down the steps into the garage and got into the customized black Sentinel. His thoughts were empty, and to cover up the silence he switched on the radio. He turned the knob until he was on Double Cleff FM, and instead heard a newswoman. "Earlier today in Vice City a shootout took place on Maple Avenue. A lone gunman wielding a semi-automatic weapon was arrested after being shot in the stomach. No names have been released, but the man allegedly was in a mafia operation, but it is unkno"-the radio switched off. "Stupid piece of shit." Joey muttered, as he arrived at his garage.
=Chapter 1: The Plan= The cell phone on the nightstand started to ring. Joey awoke, sleepy eyed, and answered it. It was the Don. "We're planning when and where this shit is going to happen. Get your ass over here, and make it quick." Toni hung up before Joey could even get a word out. Joey looked at the clock and saw it was only 8:30. "Damn, I could have used that sleep." He said quietly to himself, and got dressed. When he got to the Gentleman's Club, it was already 9:15. "What the hell took you so long?!" Toni yelled. "I needed some coffee." Joey replied as he sat down. "Okay then, here's the plan. We're going to go down to Vice City in 5 days. Some of our soldiers are going to attack the Malibu club, and when Vercetti sends some of his men to retaliate, another group of our men is going to flood into his mansion right through the front door. And Joey, I want you to lead the troops." "Me? I can't do that shit!" "That wasn't a fucking question!"-Toni roared back. "I'm getting all the guns and ammo down here from San Fierro tomorrow and then you're going to Vice fucking City!"