CHAPTER TWO
All the way across town, a secret meeting was taking place between two men. Shoreside Vale was the setting, and Francis International Airport was the place. An ominous figure walked into an airplane hangar to be greeted by the sight of five gun touting men. The man in the middle put his gun down and approached the man. It was Jon Mostou.
"Good evening, Josh", Jon stated. "Yep.... Josh Goncalves. Co-owner of 'The Strippa'-Portland's hottest establishment. Yep."
Josh stared at Jon. "I've got back up, man- so don't try anything funny- why do you want me here?"
"Well, Josh, it's simple- I don't want to hurt you, I want to work with you. You intersested"? Josh thought for a moment and then nodded. "Well, here's my proposistion- there's a huge rival of the RAS out there and we've heard that he frequents your club. What we want to do is place some of our agents in your club to- keep an eye out. Also, you could do some 'missions' for us. You could become an honorary member of the RAS. And make big time money."
Josh nodded quickly. "Oh, hell yeah"! he stated. "I'll do it. Just- who's this guy you're talking about?"
Jon held up a picture of a man. He had blonde hair and a goatee and was wearing red. "This- this jackass- is Jim DaSilva. He runs the SPA- Spank Pusher's Anynomous. He's a huge enemy of the Bradman- and ruthless. Look out for him. We'll be in touch." Jon and his men walked into a blue Kuruma and sped off. Josh looked and watched them leave. He took out his cell phone.
"Yeah, hi, Gary? Yeah, uh, well, we have something new to do..." he muttered into the phone.
A couple of miles away, a phone slammed down. Jim DaSilva stood up. A physically emposing speciman, DaSilva was decked out in red and white and sported a blonde goatee. He was standing in the middle of SPA Central- a place near the construction site in Staunton. Suddenly, the gate opened and Jim's girlfriend, Robin, ran in, gasping for breath. "That-damn-Szczesny-" she muttered. Jim cut her off. He sat her down and motioned for two SPA members to guard the gate. "What happened"? he asked her.
"Marilee Szczesny-she just insulted me! I cut her off in a supermarket line, and she made a remark! She;s that woman that lives next door to me- she's that Brad Katsopolis's grandmother! And she insulted me! Do something about it!"
Jim smiled and sat back down. "Ah, yes- kill an old person?" He looked at Robin. "As you know, Katsopolis is a high ranked member of the RAS. They've been our enemies for years. If we can get under Katsopolis's skin- then the battle will be half won. Consider it done." He smiled and motioned for two SPA members to come to his desk. "Tonight- at about 8:00- go to Shoreside Vale", he told them. "Go to adress 765. As a matter of fact, go there now. Wait until 8:00. Then eliminate anyone who's there." He smiled as the two got into an SPA car and sped off.
Across town, Brad Katsopolis was staring out the window of his huge 600 million dollar mansion that overlooked the Liberty City sea. It had once belonged to a huge crime boss named Salvatore Leone. Back then, Leone controlled everything in Liberty City. When he was killed, the house was put up for sale. For five years, no one boguht it, until Katsopolis came along. There was still remenants of the mafia in Portland- they just were not big. They had been enemies of the RAS for years and hated Katsopolis. The mafia stopped tormenting the RAS when Katsopolis single-handedly killed 20 members in one day. That's when they knew that the RAS were the new "big dogs" in the town.
He sighed, went to the bar, poured a drink and sat down. He sat there for about 10 minutes thinking, when the phone rang. He picked it up. The voice on the other end sounded nervous.
"Brad- it's me, Meg- I'm worried. I'm at Nanny and Grampa's place. There's a car parked across the street from the house and there's just these two guys... they lok like, they're I dunno, up to somethin'. Do me a favor and send somebody over- just in case." The phone hung up.
Brad stood up. His sister had just called him, and sounded worried. But he also had business to take care of today- he had to send the army to back up Kyle- what was he going to do?
He smiled and picked up an uzi from off the counter. He loaded it and smiled. "This ain't gonna take long", he muttered, then left the room.
All the way across town, a secret meeting was taking place between two men. Shoreside Vale was the setting, and Francis International Airport was the place. An ominous figure walked into an airplane hangar to be greeted by the sight of five gun touting men. The man in the middle put his gun down and approached the man. It was Jon Mostou.
"Good evening, Josh", Jon stated. "Yep.... Josh Goncalves. Co-owner of 'The Strippa'-Portland's hottest establishment. Yep."
Josh stared at Jon. "I've got back up, man- so don't try anything funny- why do you want me here?"
"Well, Josh, it's simple- I don't want to hurt you, I want to work with you. You intersested"? Josh thought for a moment and then nodded. "Well, here's my proposistion- there's a huge rival of the RAS out there and we've heard that he frequents your club. What we want to do is place some of our agents in your club to- keep an eye out. Also, you could do some 'missions' for us. You could become an honorary member of the RAS. And make big time money."
Josh nodded quickly. "Oh, hell yeah"! he stated. "I'll do it. Just- who's this guy you're talking about?"
Jon held up a picture of a man. He had blonde hair and a goatee and was wearing red. "This- this jackass- is Jim DaSilva. He runs the SPA- Spank Pusher's Anynomous. He's a huge enemy of the Bradman- and ruthless. Look out for him. We'll be in touch." Jon and his men walked into a blue Kuruma and sped off. Josh looked and watched them leave. He took out his cell phone.
"Yeah, hi, Gary? Yeah, uh, well, we have something new to do..." he muttered into the phone.
A couple of miles away, a phone slammed down. Jim DaSilva stood up. A physically emposing speciman, DaSilva was decked out in red and white and sported a blonde goatee. He was standing in the middle of SPA Central- a place near the construction site in Staunton. Suddenly, the gate opened and Jim's girlfriend, Robin, ran in, gasping for breath. "That-damn-Szczesny-" she muttered. Jim cut her off. He sat her down and motioned for two SPA members to guard the gate. "What happened"? he asked her.
"Marilee Szczesny-she just insulted me! I cut her off in a supermarket line, and she made a remark! She;s that woman that lives next door to me- she's that Brad Katsopolis's grandmother! And she insulted me! Do something about it!"
Jim smiled and sat back down. "Ah, yes- kill an old person?" He looked at Robin. "As you know, Katsopolis is a high ranked member of the RAS. They've been our enemies for years. If we can get under Katsopolis's skin- then the battle will be half won. Consider it done." He smiled and motioned for two SPA members to come to his desk. "Tonight- at about 8:00- go to Shoreside Vale", he told them. "Go to adress 765. As a matter of fact, go there now. Wait until 8:00. Then eliminate anyone who's there." He smiled as the two got into an SPA car and sped off.
Across town, Brad Katsopolis was staring out the window of his huge 600 million dollar mansion that overlooked the Liberty City sea. It had once belonged to a huge crime boss named Salvatore Leone. Back then, Leone controlled everything in Liberty City. When he was killed, the house was put up for sale. For five years, no one boguht it, until Katsopolis came along. There was still remenants of the mafia in Portland- they just were not big. They had been enemies of the RAS for years and hated Katsopolis. The mafia stopped tormenting the RAS when Katsopolis single-handedly killed 20 members in one day. That's when they knew that the RAS were the new "big dogs" in the town.
He sighed, went to the bar, poured a drink and sat down. He sat there for about 10 minutes thinking, when the phone rang. He picked it up. The voice on the other end sounded nervous.
"Brad- it's me, Meg- I'm worried. I'm at Nanny and Grampa's place. There's a car parked across the street from the house and there's just these two guys... they lok like, they're I dunno, up to somethin'. Do me a favor and send somebody over- just in case." The phone hung up.
Brad stood up. His sister had just called him, and sounded worried. But he also had business to take care of today- he had to send the army to back up Kyle- what was he going to do?
He smiled and picked up an uzi from off the counter. He loaded it and smiled. "This ain't gonna take long", he muttered, then left the room.