CHAPTER 3
Jon Mostou had just returned from his business deal with Josh Goncalves, and was still pleased with the fact that he had agreed. He was also pleased with the fact that Frank Cassidy was now out of his and the company's way. He had just sat down when his secretary came in.
"Mr. Mostou, Mr. Katsopolis is on line one", she said.
"Thank you, Ann-Marie", Mostou said. He picked up the phone after she left.
"Yeah Brad? What's up"? he asked.
"It's the damn SPA", Brad answered. "I had just gotten through with our deal with Kyle when my sister called and told me that two SPA guys were waiting outside my Grandparents house!"
"What? So- Kyle agreed to do the job"? Mostou asked, then laughed. "Just kidding. I'll send two of our guys to back you up."
"Forget it", Katsopolis said. "I can do that myself. What I need for you to do is tell some of our army guys to go to Kyle's house and escort him to China Town. Tell them to back him up when he needs it."
"Alright, I'll do that", he said. "And you'll be pleased to know that Josh and Gary- they're in. With their help, we just might catch that damn leader of the SPA."
"Good", said Brad. "But right now- I've got a message to send to these SPA jackasses". Brad hung up.
Mostou smiled. He picked up his phone. "Ann-Marie, please hold all my calls for the time being. I've got to go debrief the RAS army". Mostou stood up and exited the room.
Brad Katsopolis had just arrived in Shoreside Vale. Many things were on his mind. He was wondering how he was going to do this, how Kyle was going to make out- everything from the past couple days began to make him think.
Right before he hit the street that his grandparent's house was on, he parked his car and got out. He had no use for it now.
He walked down the street stealthily, making sure that no one regognized him. When he saw his grandparent's house, he stopped. Right across the street from the house was a green Stinger, the trademark SPA car. Brad continued to walk, hiding his face. He looked at his watch. It was 7:45, P.M. "Day's gone by fast", he muttered. He approached the car and walked up to the window and knocked on it. "Excuse me", he said, "but would you happen to have a cigarette"?
The SPA man inside looked at him for a moment, then handed him a cigarette.
"Thank you", Brad said. "But could you do me another favor? Get out of the damn car!" he whipped out his uzi and motioned for the two to get out of the car. They did, and held their arms up. Katsopolis backed up a little.
"So", he said calmly. "DaSilva sent you"? They nodded. "Well, you can just go back to him. And don't come back here again, because there'll be RAS surveillance, 24/7." The two smiled, then got back in the car. "We'll do that, gringo", one said. They then slowly began to drive off. Brad turned his back to them and began to walk off, look on his face that told he knew what would happen next. The SPA car then began to silently turn around to face Katsopolis. The car then revved up and sped towards him.
"I'll see you in hell, chico!" one shouted as the car sped towards Brad. Brad turned towards the car as it approached. He whipped out his uzi and shot at the engine of the Stinger. The car caught on fire, and just as the car was about to hit him, Brad jumped out of the way. The Stinger hit the side of the road and went over, plummeting hundreds of feet below. About halfway there the car blew up and the remanents of the car and its inhabitants crashed to the ground below.
Brad got up and looked over the side of the road at the carnage. He looked over at his grandparents house and saw that they were all there, atanding on the front lawn. He approached them.
"Geez", his grandmother, Nanny, said. "That was- jeez!"
Brad smiled. He straightened the coller of his suit, as if nothing had just occured. "Thanks, but I have some more things that I have to do today- I'm sure you'll be okay. I have to leave now but if you need help, then you know who to call". Brad, anxious to see how Kyle would make out, then ran away.
Jon Mostou had just returned from his business deal with Josh Goncalves, and was still pleased with the fact that he had agreed. He was also pleased with the fact that Frank Cassidy was now out of his and the company's way. He had just sat down when his secretary came in.
"Mr. Mostou, Mr. Katsopolis is on line one", she said.
"Thank you, Ann-Marie", Mostou said. He picked up the phone after she left.
"Yeah Brad? What's up"? he asked.
"It's the damn SPA", Brad answered. "I had just gotten through with our deal with Kyle when my sister called and told me that two SPA guys were waiting outside my Grandparents house!"
"What? So- Kyle agreed to do the job"? Mostou asked, then laughed. "Just kidding. I'll send two of our guys to back you up."
"Forget it", Katsopolis said. "I can do that myself. What I need for you to do is tell some of our army guys to go to Kyle's house and escort him to China Town. Tell them to back him up when he needs it."
"Alright, I'll do that", he said. "And you'll be pleased to know that Josh and Gary- they're in. With their help, we just might catch that damn leader of the SPA."
"Good", said Brad. "But right now- I've got a message to send to these SPA jackasses". Brad hung up.
Mostou smiled. He picked up his phone. "Ann-Marie, please hold all my calls for the time being. I've got to go debrief the RAS army". Mostou stood up and exited the room.
Brad Katsopolis had just arrived in Shoreside Vale. Many things were on his mind. He was wondering how he was going to do this, how Kyle was going to make out- everything from the past couple days began to make him think.
Right before he hit the street that his grandparent's house was on, he parked his car and got out. He had no use for it now.
He walked down the street stealthily, making sure that no one regognized him. When he saw his grandparent's house, he stopped. Right across the street from the house was a green Stinger, the trademark SPA car. Brad continued to walk, hiding his face. He looked at his watch. It was 7:45, P.M. "Day's gone by fast", he muttered. He approached the car and walked up to the window and knocked on it. "Excuse me", he said, "but would you happen to have a cigarette"?
The SPA man inside looked at him for a moment, then handed him a cigarette.
"Thank you", Brad said. "But could you do me another favor? Get out of the damn car!" he whipped out his uzi and motioned for the two to get out of the car. They did, and held their arms up. Katsopolis backed up a little.
"So", he said calmly. "DaSilva sent you"? They nodded. "Well, you can just go back to him. And don't come back here again, because there'll be RAS surveillance, 24/7." The two smiled, then got back in the car. "We'll do that, gringo", one said. They then slowly began to drive off. Brad turned his back to them and began to walk off, look on his face that told he knew what would happen next. The SPA car then began to silently turn around to face Katsopolis. The car then revved up and sped towards him.
"I'll see you in hell, chico!" one shouted as the car sped towards Brad. Brad turned towards the car as it approached. He whipped out his uzi and shot at the engine of the Stinger. The car caught on fire, and just as the car was about to hit him, Brad jumped out of the way. The Stinger hit the side of the road and went over, plummeting hundreds of feet below. About halfway there the car blew up and the remanents of the car and its inhabitants crashed to the ground below.
Brad got up and looked over the side of the road at the carnage. He looked over at his grandparents house and saw that they were all there, atanding on the front lawn. He approached them.
"Geez", his grandmother, Nanny, said. "That was- jeez!"
Brad smiled. He straightened the coller of his suit, as if nothing had just occured. "Thanks, but I have some more things that I have to do today- I'm sure you'll be okay. I have to leave now but if you need help, then you know who to call". Brad, anxious to see how Kyle would make out, then ran away.