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A/N: 12 reviews already? Thanks guys. Let me tell you all that I take all suggestions into consideration, but I only put the ones that I feel are appropriate for this fic. Thanks to all reviewers.
Best of the Best Chapter 6: The Criminal
The Master Chief inputted the co-ordinates into the pod. 1986, Vice City, Florida. His subject was Tommy Vercetti, known drug dealer, auto thief and murderer. The only reason why Vercetti was on the list is because of the way he handles a gun. The Master Chief's pod came to a rest outside the Malibu club, who was owned by Vercetti himself. The chief barged in, finding many people enjoying themselves at the club. The second he stepped through the doors, though, all eyes were on him.
"I'm looking for Tommy Vercetti." The chief stated clearly.
Three suits with their fists readied with brass knuckles approached him. "Who's lookin' for him?" the one in the middle piped up.
"I've got a job for him."
"Really? Well the boss don't do jobs anymore. He works for himself now." He suit replied back. The chief noticed his poor grammar.
"What if this job was to save the human race?"
"What are you some kinda joker? Get that fuckin metal piece of shit outta here before the cops get here."
"I'm not leaving till I speak to Tommy Vercetti." The chief firmly stated.
"Oh, I have a feeling you will." One of the suits snapped back, lunged foreward and struck the chief with the brass knuckles on his helmet. It didn't even leave a scratch on him. Actually, it was the thug's hand what was bleeding.
"What the fuck?" asked another suit. He pulled out a pistol and was about to fire.
"No, wait!" one of the people dancing piped up. He stepped through the crowd. He was wearing a turquoise Hawaiian shirt with blue denim jeans. "I'm Tommy Vercetti. What exactly is it that you want."
"I want you, to do one final job. For mankind."
"I dunno what the hell you're talkin' about."
"I'm from the future. There are these God damned aliens who are trying to wipe out the human race. I was sent through time to make a team against them. I want you on that team."
"I see...why me?"
"I got your folder with me. You turn out to be quite the gunman. We could use you on the team."
"Exactly what year are you from?"
"2552."
"Wow, that's a ways away from here."
"You don't believe me, do you."
"Nope."
"Come outside, check my time travel machine."
"Alright..."
The Chief and Tommy stepped outside. The chief showed him the pod. The chief then showed Tommy his folder. Tommy read over the folder in disbelief, just as everyone else had.
"How did you find out all this shit about me?"
"Where I'm from, you've been dead for 200 years."
"Will I get paid for this?" he asked with a grin.
"Isn't the fact that you helped save the human race enough?" The Master Chief asked.
"Well, I'll think about it. Let's get going." Tommy answered.
The Chief was happy that he decided to go along. The two of them got in the pod, and the Chief reset it to Sector M-9. When they arrived back, the Chief noticed that Agent 47 and Max Payne were both suited up as well. 47 hoisted an S2 AM Sniper Rifle over his shoulder, while Max held two M6D Pistols in either hand.
"Team, meet Tommy Vercetti."
Tommy smiled at them, his white teeth sparkling.
"Doc, take him. He's got a lot to learn."
"You got that right," Samus added, smiling.
"Well, I'll go get the subject from 1000, then I'll try to get the one the Admiral sent late. Cortana, you still with me?"
There was no response.
"Cortana?!"
"Huh? Oh sorry chief. I was just...analyzing some data." She finally responded.
"Sure you were. Are you ready to go way into the past?"
"All ready. 1000, here we come!"
A/N: 12 reviews already? Thanks guys. Let me tell you all that I take all suggestions into consideration, but I only put the ones that I feel are appropriate for this fic. Thanks to all reviewers.
Best of the Best Chapter 6: The Criminal
The Master Chief inputted the co-ordinates into the pod. 1986, Vice City, Florida. His subject was Tommy Vercetti, known drug dealer, auto thief and murderer. The only reason why Vercetti was on the list is because of the way he handles a gun. The Master Chief's pod came to a rest outside the Malibu club, who was owned by Vercetti himself. The chief barged in, finding many people enjoying themselves at the club. The second he stepped through the doors, though, all eyes were on him.
"I'm looking for Tommy Vercetti." The chief stated clearly.
Three suits with their fists readied with brass knuckles approached him. "Who's lookin' for him?" the one in the middle piped up.
"I've got a job for him."
"Really? Well the boss don't do jobs anymore. He works for himself now." He suit replied back. The chief noticed his poor grammar.
"What if this job was to save the human race?"
"What are you some kinda joker? Get that fuckin metal piece of shit outta here before the cops get here."
"I'm not leaving till I speak to Tommy Vercetti." The chief firmly stated.
"Oh, I have a feeling you will." One of the suits snapped back, lunged foreward and struck the chief with the brass knuckles on his helmet. It didn't even leave a scratch on him. Actually, it was the thug's hand what was bleeding.
"What the fuck?" asked another suit. He pulled out a pistol and was about to fire.
"No, wait!" one of the people dancing piped up. He stepped through the crowd. He was wearing a turquoise Hawaiian shirt with blue denim jeans. "I'm Tommy Vercetti. What exactly is it that you want."
"I want you, to do one final job. For mankind."
"I dunno what the hell you're talkin' about."
"I'm from the future. There are these God damned aliens who are trying to wipe out the human race. I was sent through time to make a team against them. I want you on that team."
"I see...why me?"
"I got your folder with me. You turn out to be quite the gunman. We could use you on the team."
"Exactly what year are you from?"
"2552."
"Wow, that's a ways away from here."
"You don't believe me, do you."
"Nope."
"Come outside, check my time travel machine."
"Alright..."
The Chief and Tommy stepped outside. The chief showed him the pod. The chief then showed Tommy his folder. Tommy read over the folder in disbelief, just as everyone else had.
"How did you find out all this shit about me?"
"Where I'm from, you've been dead for 200 years."
"Will I get paid for this?" he asked with a grin.
"Isn't the fact that you helped save the human race enough?" The Master Chief asked.
"Well, I'll think about it. Let's get going." Tommy answered.
The Chief was happy that he decided to go along. The two of them got in the pod, and the Chief reset it to Sector M-9. When they arrived back, the Chief noticed that Agent 47 and Max Payne were both suited up as well. 47 hoisted an S2 AM Sniper Rifle over his shoulder, while Max held two M6D Pistols in either hand.
"Team, meet Tommy Vercetti."
Tommy smiled at them, his white teeth sparkling.
"Doc, take him. He's got a lot to learn."
"You got that right," Samus added, smiling.
"Well, I'll go get the subject from 1000, then I'll try to get the one the Admiral sent late. Cortana, you still with me?"
There was no response.
"Cortana?!"
"Huh? Oh sorry chief. I was just...analyzing some data." She finally responded.
"Sure you were. Are you ready to go way into the past?"
"All ready. 1000, here we come!"