The Vercetti Chronicles - Vol. 2, Issue 3
Tommy is just pouring himself a glass of whisky when Phil Cassidy, dressed in army fatigues and a black t-shirt comes walking through the door. He has a big smile on his face as he comes towards Tommy. Tommy stands up and the two men shake hands.
"Hey, Phil, how's it goin?"
"Fantastic, Tommy, just great. Listen, like I said before, I have some info for you that may come in real handy down the road."
"That's good, let's go up to my office and talk."
The two men walk up to Tommy's office as some soldiers play cards in the bar. Tommy sits behind his desk and Phil walks over to a big poster of Candy Suxxx, the star of one of Tommy's movies.
"So, what did your guy up north manage to dig up about these mystery men?"
"What? Oh, right." Phil snaps back into reality, putting some pictures of the movie down on a coffee table. "Ray told me that there's been a lot of guys fitting the description of our men walking around Liberty nowadays. Apparently a new Mafia crime family has sprung up, now that the Forelli's have been taken care of. Lead by some guy, uh..Salvatore Leone. They're more ruthless than the Forelli's and twice as greedy. They ain't traditional, either. Tryin' to get into spank, which is very odd for a Mafia family. They're pretty much runnin' the show up in Liberty, as far as spank goes, and now they're tryin' to get a cut in the action down here; your action."
"I see...Salvatore Leone. Did Ray give you any specs on the size of their family? How much power they have? How far they'll go for the drugs?"
"Well, so far, there have been 3 gruesome murders. Real awful shit. Tongues cut out, hands chopped off, the works. All related to spank. So these guys obviously don't pull any punches getting their merchandise. Now, they're a relatively new family so they don't really have that much power, as far as manpower goes. But what they got, they know how to use."
"Obviously, they don't have a whole lot of knowledge on how to go about things down here, or at least they didn't know. Word of their three men getting killed must have gotten back to them by now. I wouldn't be surprised to see some more of those guys poppin' up within the next week or two. Anything else?"
"Yeah, there are a couple of underbosses. Two guys, Luigi and Tony Cipriani. Now, Toni Cipriani, he's supposed to be a nutjob, real wacko-"
"Not unlike yourself." The two men laugh.
"Heh heh, yeah. But this other guy, Luigi. He's ruthless, don't think nothin' of killin' some poor bastard or gunnin' down somebody outside their home."
Tommy scratches his chin and processes all the information. They don't seem like anything that his family can't handle, but there's no harm in being safe.
"Well..I guess I'm gonna have to tell the boys to be extra-careful around, if these motherfuckers are as crazy and unforgiving as you sound. Thanks, Phil, that should be about good for now. Stay in touch with this Machowski fella, he could prove to be very useful in-"
Tommy is interrupted by a loud knock at the door. He excuses himself and walks up to answer the door. Two henchman are standing outside, both wide-eyed.
"What is it?!"
"Some guys just got gunned down in front of the gate. 4 of em, by a bunch of guys in a black Sentinel."
Shit, Tommy thinks to himself. Just when he was starting to get back into the groove. Tommy walks back over to the desk and grabs his Python pistol.
"Whats the matter, Tom?"
"Some guys just got shot down out front. I bet this was the work of those pricks from Liberty."
Tommy exits the office and walks down the stairs of the mansion. Phil also walks along briskly behind him. The two, along with some soldiers, walk out of the mansion and down the driveway. Tommy's eyes are darting around. There's a very good chance that these bastards are still around, hiding behind a corner, ready to take out the King of Vice City. Tommy walks outside the gates of his estate and down the sidewalk. About one hundred feet away from the gate, 4 bodies lay, their blood smeared over the sidewalk and road. Tommy walks over and looks over the damage. They're all riddled with bullet holes. Tommy gives a quick look around to see if the men are still in the area. When he's satisfyed that they're OK, he looks back down at the bodies. He kicks one.
"FUCK!!! Goddamnit! Those goddamn pricks are gonna pay. Did anyone see what happened? Anyone?!"
One henchmen steps forward.
"I did, Tommy."
"Well, shit-for-brains, what the hell happened?! Did you see the motherfuckers that did this?!" Tommy is irate as pedestrians look on.
"They were just standing around, on patrol, ya know, and these guys came speedin' up in a black Sentinel. They were all wearin' sunglasses and suits. The driver didn't have any guns, but the three others in the car had MP5's, like we had the other night. They stopped right next to em and opened fire. Our guys didn't even get a chance to fire back. It happened so fast.."
"Shit..alright, everyone get back on the grounds before they decide to do a second take."
Tommy, Phil, and the half-dozen men that went outside start back into the mansion as an ambulance comes racing down the road. These are those guys from up north, for sure, Tommy thinks. He plays out the scene as he thinks it happened in his head. The 4 men are standing around, guarding the mansion, telling jokes, bullshitting like normal. The Sentinel comes driving up at fullspeed. The driver lays on the handbrake and the car does a 180, stopping right next to the men. The three shooters stick their guns outside the windows and open fire. Sparks fly off the wall as the bullets pass through the henchmen's bodies and onto the barrier behind them. When they're satisfied with the job they did, they speed off again, as pedestrians and other Vercetti-ites run to the men, some laying on their backs, blood spilling out of their bodies, some on their knees, gazing blankly out ahead of them as their life slips away. As they come to the steps of the mansion, Phil climbs into his Patriot and starts the engine.
"Tommy. I'll talk to Ray again in a few days. I'll drop back over then, and I'll bring some firepower with me as well. These pricks need to be taught a lesson, and we're the crazy bastards to do it!"
Tommy gives a small, unenthusiastic chuckle. "Thanks, Phil. I'll be seein' ya."
Phil backs up and tears down the driveway and onto the street. Tommy walks to the top of the stairs and looks out over the scene again. A second ambulance had arrived, as well as a cop car. Tommy walks inside briskly before any of the emergency personnel recognize him and he has to answer more asinine questions. The doors of the mansion close behind him as Tommy walks up to his office again, no doubt to catch some sleep before deciding how to deal with this problem.