River City Blues
Chapter 5: Wyant returns
River City, here I am.
How did I end up here? I had a good gig going down in Vice City, a well paid hitman was my profession. A 9mm was my calling card. But she had messed it up. Some dumb broad from Liberty City, working with the Yardies wanted her Ex-Boyfriend dead. So did her associates. When she tracked him down to Vice city, she ofund out he was the rightful nephew of a financially secure Drug-lord; I.e Tommy Vercetti. She wanted to take over the business, but wanted the kid dead.
Thats where I came in.
She hired me, 5000 a head. To kill prominant associates of Tommy Vercetti and his Nephew Michael Vercetti. I killed one of them; Kent Paul. The red haired ladies man. Then I heard a rumor Michael and Tommy Vercetti were both dead. I figured my job was done and went off to collect my pay. But I was wrong.
At the paypoint Maria met me there. She told me Michael Vercetti and Lance Vance; Tomym Vercetti's partner were seen spotted at an abandoned pay 'n spray down in Vice point. She handed me a Rifle, told me to finish the job. So I sped on down to where they were seen, found Vance's White Infernus out front. I found a nice sniper's nest on the building opposite and sat with my rifle and waited. An hour later Vance and Michael pulled up into the garage in a Mananna, and shortly after they walked out. I was a bit vexed, but I took my shots. They took cover behidn hte car, seeing as it was bullet proof. Michael got into the car and tore off around the block, a few minutes later I found myself tied up in the pay and spray. Beaten to shit, my toe missing and losing more blood than the blood banks had. That was the handy work of Lance Vance and his handy dandy Butterfly knife. I drifted in and out of conciousness.
When I finally got a grip on myself, it was about 5:30 the next day. Vance and Michael had left, and the guy who owned the pay 'n spray was making breakfast in the next room. I looked around and found some of my stuff lying on a box. My twin colt defender handguns and Lance's butterfly knife. I hobbled my chair over to the knife and flipped it open, cutting the ropes. I snuck into the kitchen area, behind the guy's back and slit his throat clean. My foot hurt like hell, so I looked around in the kitchen cabinets finding some bandaging and wrapped my foot. I got my Guns and went into the garage bay. That Mananna was still there, luckily it ran(it was banged up pretty bad.) I got in and got over to Prawn Island fast.
I stopped over at Maria's, finding her crew getting ready for war. Yardies and Hatians broke open cases of guns and ammunition. Slipping into kevlar vests. I found Maria in the crowd and told her about what I told Vercetti. She was pissed about it, and told me htye were going ot attack the Vercetti manor head on. But all of a sudden an explosion tore into the side of the house. Gunfire erupted from outside, then another explosion. I ran and hid in a room off to the side while Maria ran upstairs. Another explosion tore into the old house rattling it's frame. The gunfire came louder, as the shooter got closer. And hten it stopped.
I poked my head out from the doorway, and ofund Michael Vercetti standing in the middle of the hall holding a smoking M16, and talking to Maria. He smiled and hefted his rifle. I stepped out form my hiding lace, my gun drawn. In a second he dropped his rifle and put his hands up in surrender. A helicopter was heard outside, Maria otld me our ride was here and to wrap it up. I smiled and pulled the trigger.
BAM!
My gun went flying out of my hand. I spun to find a S.W.A.T. team standing in the doorway. I ran off up the stairs with Maria, through the elevator access hall. We got up to hte landing pad. Maria got in the copter loading an M60. She handed me two MP5K's, telling me to hold them off. I aimed them at the door way, and Michael busted through holding a shotgun, the S.W.A.T team nowhere in sight. Maria had taken off and was hovering over the pad. We both fired at Michael, he took cover behind the housing. But Maria doubled cross me. She fired rockets at the pad's support columns. It went tumbling into the sea. My legs were pinned by something and I blacked out, but I seemed to remember a dark figure trying to help me up from under the water.
When I finally came to, I was in the Vice City down town hospital in a hospital bed. They cleaned me up pretty good, had me attached ot all these ICU's and I.V. things. I tore them off and got up. All I was dressed in was a hospital gown and an I.D. bracelet. I needed to get out of there. I was sharing a room with soem guy, he luckily was about my size. So I stole some of his things; A trenchcoat, a pair of black pants, a white longsleeve shirt And a hundred bucks in cash. I dressed quickly and snuck out of th hospital. I stole a pair of black and white convers's frm a doctor's locker on my way out too.
Luckily there was an Ammu-nation down the road. I walked over, I needed a weapon .Luckily I found a nice Colt .45 for about 50 bucks(a magazine of ammo included) I needed more money, so I checked my coat's pockets. I fond soemthing nice, it was in a little velvet box. A diamond engagement ring, I ugess hte previous owner of the coat was going to pop the question. I took it to a pawn shop, got about 300 for it. Then I ganked a Perrenial and went on over to prawn island to get some of my things. But unfortunately I found the area crawlign with cops. I was homeless, to say the least. I drove my stolen Perrenial over ot Vice port. I had a favor ot call in.
I had an old friend who lived in vice port. He ran a shipping company. He gave me a small one room apartment annexing the yards of his business, and a job to help load and unload the ships that came in. I held this job for about 3 weeks but then I remembered I had another favor to call in.
R.H. Grant, a prominent gun smuggler and dealer from up north. Last time I had seen him, he was just getting a crew started. Now I hear he's got a nice operation running. I gave him a call, told him the situation I was in. He was more than willing to help me, said he always needed extra hands. And so I bought a bus ticket to River City. And here I was, River City. The gun capital of western civalization.
I was walking along a street down in the eneteratinment district, where Grant's operation was ohled up in. He ran everything from a run down theater. I met him in his office in the back.
" Well, Well well." He said in his crisp british accent. " Wyant, my old friend. I have some work cut out for you."
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A dark night, maybe too dark.
I waited infront of Warehouse number six, the last one in the corner farthest from the street. The flame of my zippo lit up for a few seconds, lighting my smoke. It's life lasted for a few seconds until it was extiguished by the zippo cover. The moon was hidden by clouds, obviously showing there was going to be another rain. It was pretty much dark, so hopefully Oz had a night vision scope on his rifle.
Suddenly a car turned into the alley inbetween the two rows of warehouses. It was a black 2004 Landstalker, very nice and sleek. It's body gleamed sleekily form the light of the lamps hanging over the Warehouse doors. I waited for a response, and htne the car's front lamps flashed 2 times. I reached into the Sentinel and hit the button on the dash. The car's lights flashing identicaly. With acknowledgement the car pulled forward slowly, I checked to make sure my Mp5K was still nestled safely under my coat; it was. The car stopped and the front passenger and back doors popped open. 3 men got out, dressed in business suits, the driver remained in the car, hands on the wheel. They held their hands over htere heads, but one could only be so sure...
" Weapons?" I called out to them.
" Only our good looks and charming personalities my friend." The man who got out of the front passenger seat said in a Russian accent.
" Heh I'm charmed." I said. " How about your buddy behin the whel there?"
" Don't vorry about him." He replied. " Is my partner Sven alright?"
" Yeah he's find." I replied. " For now. What is he worth to you...Mr.-?
" Klasnikov." He replied, putting his hands down and straightening his tie, in a business type manner. His cronies did the same. " Sergei Klasnikov."
" Ah, the AK." I said nodding. " So what are you willing to pay for your friend Sven?"
" Is my friend all right?" He asked.
" Perfectly fine." I said tapping the trunk of Oz's car. " Right here in the heartland of good ol' America."
" Alright, then." He replied pulling out his checkbook. " How much would you like...Mr.-?"
" I want info." I said bluntly. Sergei's face fell limp, he put his check book back. " On want then?" He aksed me.
" Your plans for the Vercetti Drug ring down in Vice City Florida." I replied, taking puffs of my ciggarete.
" Well, to extend my business you see." He explained. " I run a gun running business up here in River City, but who doesn't?"
" Guns huh? Isn't that a bit risky?" I asked.
" My friend, with guns come power." He rpelied. " Everyone one in the crime business wants firepower. It's a formal business."
" so i've been told. But with power comes responsibility." I replied. " I learned that the hard way."
" How unfortunate." He replied.
" So why Vice city?" I asked. " Why The Vercetti crew?"
" Vice city is a station in the Cuban and Mexican gun running ring, simply." He replied. " The Vercetti crew has control over the boat yards and port authority in their pockets. what better advantage could there be?"
" So is that all?" I asked. He nodded. " Alright you get your precious Sven back."
" I never got your name, Mr.-?" He asked.
" Vercetti." i replied. " Michael Vercetti."
" Holy mother of-." He began, but was cut short as the crack of a Sig 551 echoed through out the warehouses. One of the men that followed Sergei fell to the ground, dead. I imediately took cvoer behind the car and pulled my subgun out form under my coat, firing wildly. Sergei and his other bodyguard jumped back into their SUV. I fired at the car as it backed up wildly, the bullets bounced off, the vehcile was bullet proof. Sergei appeared through the sunroof. Wielding and Ak-47, firing it at me wildly. His shots hit the pavement. The car got back on the street and did a backwards u-turn, speeding off into sight.
I let out a sigh of relief, as Oz jogged over with his Sig 551.
" So what did you find out?" He asked me.
" The Russians want my Uncle's empire." I replied. " For gun running advantages."
" Oh." He said, darkly.
" What do you know Oz?" I asked him.
" Well...uhm." He said, hesitantly. " I should have told you when I found out you were a Vercetti but um..."
" What is it?" I asked him, irrately.
" Grant's operation is in a partner ship with the Russians to over throw the Vercetti empire." He replied. " Considering they are Gun Runners and-"
" WHAT?!" I asked him. " How long have they been planning this?!"
" About a month or so." He said. " I think when they found out your Uncle was in a coma. And then they found out oyu were comign up here so they could probably use you some how."
" Dammit." I said loudly, kicking the side of the Sentinel. " We have to tell Lance."
TO BE CONTINUED
Chapter 5: Wyant returns
River City, here I am.
How did I end up here? I had a good gig going down in Vice City, a well paid hitman was my profession. A 9mm was my calling card. But she had messed it up. Some dumb broad from Liberty City, working with the Yardies wanted her Ex-Boyfriend dead. So did her associates. When she tracked him down to Vice city, she ofund out he was the rightful nephew of a financially secure Drug-lord; I.e Tommy Vercetti. She wanted to take over the business, but wanted the kid dead.
Thats where I came in.
She hired me, 5000 a head. To kill prominant associates of Tommy Vercetti and his Nephew Michael Vercetti. I killed one of them; Kent Paul. The red haired ladies man. Then I heard a rumor Michael and Tommy Vercetti were both dead. I figured my job was done and went off to collect my pay. But I was wrong.
At the paypoint Maria met me there. She told me Michael Vercetti and Lance Vance; Tomym Vercetti's partner were seen spotted at an abandoned pay 'n spray down in Vice point. She handed me a Rifle, told me to finish the job. So I sped on down to where they were seen, found Vance's White Infernus out front. I found a nice sniper's nest on the building opposite and sat with my rifle and waited. An hour later Vance and Michael pulled up into the garage in a Mananna, and shortly after they walked out. I was a bit vexed, but I took my shots. They took cover behidn hte car, seeing as it was bullet proof. Michael got into the car and tore off around the block, a few minutes later I found myself tied up in the pay and spray. Beaten to shit, my toe missing and losing more blood than the blood banks had. That was the handy work of Lance Vance and his handy dandy Butterfly knife. I drifted in and out of conciousness.
When I finally got a grip on myself, it was about 5:30 the next day. Vance and Michael had left, and the guy who owned the pay 'n spray was making breakfast in the next room. I looked around and found some of my stuff lying on a box. My twin colt defender handguns and Lance's butterfly knife. I hobbled my chair over to the knife and flipped it open, cutting the ropes. I snuck into the kitchen area, behind the guy's back and slit his throat clean. My foot hurt like hell, so I looked around in the kitchen cabinets finding some bandaging and wrapped my foot. I got my Guns and went into the garage bay. That Mananna was still there, luckily it ran(it was banged up pretty bad.) I got in and got over to Prawn Island fast.
I stopped over at Maria's, finding her crew getting ready for war. Yardies and Hatians broke open cases of guns and ammunition. Slipping into kevlar vests. I found Maria in the crowd and told her about what I told Vercetti. She was pissed about it, and told me htye were going ot attack the Vercetti manor head on. But all of a sudden an explosion tore into the side of the house. Gunfire erupted from outside, then another explosion. I ran and hid in a room off to the side while Maria ran upstairs. Another explosion tore into the old house rattling it's frame. The gunfire came louder, as the shooter got closer. And hten it stopped.
I poked my head out from the doorway, and ofund Michael Vercetti standing in the middle of the hall holding a smoking M16, and talking to Maria. He smiled and hefted his rifle. I stepped out form my hiding lace, my gun drawn. In a second he dropped his rifle and put his hands up in surrender. A helicopter was heard outside, Maria otld me our ride was here and to wrap it up. I smiled and pulled the trigger.
BAM!
My gun went flying out of my hand. I spun to find a S.W.A.T. team standing in the doorway. I ran off up the stairs with Maria, through the elevator access hall. We got up to hte landing pad. Maria got in the copter loading an M60. She handed me two MP5K's, telling me to hold them off. I aimed them at the door way, and Michael busted through holding a shotgun, the S.W.A.T team nowhere in sight. Maria had taken off and was hovering over the pad. We both fired at Michael, he took cover behind the housing. But Maria doubled cross me. She fired rockets at the pad's support columns. It went tumbling into the sea. My legs were pinned by something and I blacked out, but I seemed to remember a dark figure trying to help me up from under the water.
When I finally came to, I was in the Vice City down town hospital in a hospital bed. They cleaned me up pretty good, had me attached ot all these ICU's and I.V. things. I tore them off and got up. All I was dressed in was a hospital gown and an I.D. bracelet. I needed to get out of there. I was sharing a room with soem guy, he luckily was about my size. So I stole some of his things; A trenchcoat, a pair of black pants, a white longsleeve shirt And a hundred bucks in cash. I dressed quickly and snuck out of th hospital. I stole a pair of black and white convers's frm a doctor's locker on my way out too.
Luckily there was an Ammu-nation down the road. I walked over, I needed a weapon .Luckily I found a nice Colt .45 for about 50 bucks(a magazine of ammo included) I needed more money, so I checked my coat's pockets. I fond soemthing nice, it was in a little velvet box. A diamond engagement ring, I ugess hte previous owner of the coat was going to pop the question. I took it to a pawn shop, got about 300 for it. Then I ganked a Perrenial and went on over to prawn island to get some of my things. But unfortunately I found the area crawlign with cops. I was homeless, to say the least. I drove my stolen Perrenial over ot Vice port. I had a favor ot call in.
I had an old friend who lived in vice port. He ran a shipping company. He gave me a small one room apartment annexing the yards of his business, and a job to help load and unload the ships that came in. I held this job for about 3 weeks but then I remembered I had another favor to call in.
R.H. Grant, a prominent gun smuggler and dealer from up north. Last time I had seen him, he was just getting a crew started. Now I hear he's got a nice operation running. I gave him a call, told him the situation I was in. He was more than willing to help me, said he always needed extra hands. And so I bought a bus ticket to River City. And here I was, River City. The gun capital of western civalization.
I was walking along a street down in the eneteratinment district, where Grant's operation was ohled up in. He ran everything from a run down theater. I met him in his office in the back.
" Well, Well well." He said in his crisp british accent. " Wyant, my old friend. I have some work cut out for you."
============================================================================ ======
A dark night, maybe too dark.
I waited infront of Warehouse number six, the last one in the corner farthest from the street. The flame of my zippo lit up for a few seconds, lighting my smoke. It's life lasted for a few seconds until it was extiguished by the zippo cover. The moon was hidden by clouds, obviously showing there was going to be another rain. It was pretty much dark, so hopefully Oz had a night vision scope on his rifle.
Suddenly a car turned into the alley inbetween the two rows of warehouses. It was a black 2004 Landstalker, very nice and sleek. It's body gleamed sleekily form the light of the lamps hanging over the Warehouse doors. I waited for a response, and htne the car's front lamps flashed 2 times. I reached into the Sentinel and hit the button on the dash. The car's lights flashing identicaly. With acknowledgement the car pulled forward slowly, I checked to make sure my Mp5K was still nestled safely under my coat; it was. The car stopped and the front passenger and back doors popped open. 3 men got out, dressed in business suits, the driver remained in the car, hands on the wheel. They held their hands over htere heads, but one could only be so sure...
" Weapons?" I called out to them.
" Only our good looks and charming personalities my friend." The man who got out of the front passenger seat said in a Russian accent.
" Heh I'm charmed." I said. " How about your buddy behin the whel there?"
" Don't vorry about him." He replied. " Is my partner Sven alright?"
" Yeah he's find." I replied. " For now. What is he worth to you...Mr.-?
" Klasnikov." He replied, putting his hands down and straightening his tie, in a business type manner. His cronies did the same. " Sergei Klasnikov."
" Ah, the AK." I said nodding. " So what are you willing to pay for your friend Sven?"
" Is my friend all right?" He asked.
" Perfectly fine." I said tapping the trunk of Oz's car. " Right here in the heartland of good ol' America."
" Alright, then." He replied pulling out his checkbook. " How much would you like...Mr.-?"
" I want info." I said bluntly. Sergei's face fell limp, he put his check book back. " On want then?" He aksed me.
" Your plans for the Vercetti Drug ring down in Vice City Florida." I replied, taking puffs of my ciggarete.
" Well, to extend my business you see." He explained. " I run a gun running business up here in River City, but who doesn't?"
" Guns huh? Isn't that a bit risky?" I asked.
" My friend, with guns come power." He rpelied. " Everyone one in the crime business wants firepower. It's a formal business."
" so i've been told. But with power comes responsibility." I replied. " I learned that the hard way."
" How unfortunate." He replied.
" So why Vice city?" I asked. " Why The Vercetti crew?"
" Vice city is a station in the Cuban and Mexican gun running ring, simply." He replied. " The Vercetti crew has control over the boat yards and port authority in their pockets. what better advantage could there be?"
" So is that all?" I asked. He nodded. " Alright you get your precious Sven back."
" I never got your name, Mr.-?" He asked.
" Vercetti." i replied. " Michael Vercetti."
" Holy mother of-." He began, but was cut short as the crack of a Sig 551 echoed through out the warehouses. One of the men that followed Sergei fell to the ground, dead. I imediately took cvoer behind the car and pulled my subgun out form under my coat, firing wildly. Sergei and his other bodyguard jumped back into their SUV. I fired at the car as it backed up wildly, the bullets bounced off, the vehcile was bullet proof. Sergei appeared through the sunroof. Wielding and Ak-47, firing it at me wildly. His shots hit the pavement. The car got back on the street and did a backwards u-turn, speeding off into sight.
I let out a sigh of relief, as Oz jogged over with his Sig 551.
" So what did you find out?" He asked me.
" The Russians want my Uncle's empire." I replied. " For gun running advantages."
" Oh." He said, darkly.
" What do you know Oz?" I asked him.
" Well...uhm." He said, hesitantly. " I should have told you when I found out you were a Vercetti but um..."
" What is it?" I asked him, irrately.
" Grant's operation is in a partner ship with the Russians to over throw the Vercetti empire." He replied. " Considering they are Gun Runners and-"
" WHAT?!" I asked him. " How long have they been planning this?!"
" About a month or so." He said. " I think when they found out your Uncle was in a coma. And then they found out oyu were comign up here so they could probably use you some how."
" Dammit." I said loudly, kicking the side of the Sentinel. " We have to tell Lance."
TO BE CONTINUED