The Anarchist
Chapter 3 - Southern Uncomfort
Vince had been studying the Trade Fair magazine for a number of hours now and was still trying to find its significance. The legal conference at the AmCo building was the magazine's main feature and begun tomorrow with an introductory speech from Ken Rosenberg. He had no other option other than to check the place out, it was now eight at night and the conference started tomorrow at nine in the morning. He left the apartment to survey the building overnight.
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Darkel had awaited a phone call from his assassin for hours now. The man he chose was competent enough yet he wasn't suprised to learn that the gunman had killed him, he was very skilled after all. Darkel just hoped that there was no connection with either himself or his next target.
***
The night had shown no signs of activity, in fact Vince had fell into a slumber in the early morning. It was now eight, the conference began in one hour. Flocks of people sharply dressed in suits were pouring into the AmCo building. There was a huge crowd around Ken Rosenberg when he finally arrived, the man hadn't changed in over twenty years, he still lived in the eighties. Just after Rosenberg entered Vince spotted a small man in green overalls walking towards the entrance. He was wearing narrow oval sunglasses and was carrying a rather large briefcase. The guy looked suspicious and Vince readied himself for when the mystery figure left the building.
***
How incompetent Darkel thought. A poor reproduction of a security pass had easily allowed him access into the conference. He'd chose a maintenance room to leave the explosives and hastily left. Triumphantly he lit a cigarette at the steps by the building's entrance. The wind had picked up and Darkel had to clasp his hands round the lighter and lower his head to light the damn thing. It was when he looked up that he saw a man climb out of a banshee with an assault rifle in hand. Without thinking Darkel pulled his own weapon from his holster.
***
Vince took no chances when he saw the small man in green leave without the suitcase. Although Vince was quick to fire some shots off the man managed to snipe him in the arm. Vince dropped to safety behind the banshee in agony. He glanced at the wound and saw the blood gushing onto his jacket and onto the paved concrete. While clutching the wound the attacker sprayed a round of bullets at the bonnet of the car. Vince peered at the area and saw smoke bellowing from the multiple holes, he sprung to his feet and dashed to safety behind a taxi that was parked nearby. While catching his breath a car screeched away from the building, Vince cautiously rose to his feet, the attacker had fled. A deep tremor then shook the area and the lower section of the AmCo building became engulfed in flames. Endless rows of windows shattered, the shards soared through the air. The sturdy concrete structure began to buckle and the building fell into itself. The monstrous roar of the bomb drowned out the cries of its victims. Vince stood and witnessed the event dumbfounded, the bastard had just massacred hundreds. He forced the taxi's door open and sped off.
Vince had spent the rest of that day and the following night at the nearby hospital having his arm tended to. He'd managed to spin a story about being caught up in a gang war, the doctors had asked no more questions. Exhausted Vince got back to his apartment near Belleville Park, he walked through the door. He heard the door slam shut and felt an overwhelming force from behind around his neck, someone had been waiting for him. A huge man threw him to the floor and stuck a gun in his face, Vince froze from the shock. He then heard another man, "Pull him up."
"Yes Mr Vercetti" the grunt replied. Vince was picked up to face the command-giver. He was in his fifties, grey hair and sharply dressed in a tailored charcoal suit. He had the look of a dangerous man. He stepped forward to within inches of Vince's face and cooly said "You are giong to pay for killing Ken Rosenberg."
***
Donald Love was caught up in numerous press conferences following the bombing of the AmCo building. This was his final conference and he was making his closing statement. "Mayor Philips is doing nothing about this terrible spate of violence. Make me mayor and I pledge to capture the man responsible. Over the past year he has worked in allegiance with Liberty City's organised criminals and initiated gang wars that have killed many innocent people. He killed a journalist in cold blood, he killed fourty three people in a subway bombing earlier this week and just yesterday killed another seven hundred. We know this man has been active for nearly a year now yet the mayor never takes any action. He is incompetent. Give me the power and I will make your safety my number one priority." A hall of supporters sounded rapturous applause at Donald Love's speech. He left the podium in a defiant manner and thrust his arm into the air. Love quickly left the building and stepped into a waiting limousine. "Well?" a waiting voice rapsed.
"Your work is reaping dividends" Love replied. Two champagne glasses clinked as the vehicle drove off.
Chapter 3 - Southern Uncomfort
Vince had been studying the Trade Fair magazine for a number of hours now and was still trying to find its significance. The legal conference at the AmCo building was the magazine's main feature and begun tomorrow with an introductory speech from Ken Rosenberg. He had no other option other than to check the place out, it was now eight at night and the conference started tomorrow at nine in the morning. He left the apartment to survey the building overnight.
***
Darkel had awaited a phone call from his assassin for hours now. The man he chose was competent enough yet he wasn't suprised to learn that the gunman had killed him, he was very skilled after all. Darkel just hoped that there was no connection with either himself or his next target.
***
The night had shown no signs of activity, in fact Vince had fell into a slumber in the early morning. It was now eight, the conference began in one hour. Flocks of people sharply dressed in suits were pouring into the AmCo building. There was a huge crowd around Ken Rosenberg when he finally arrived, the man hadn't changed in over twenty years, he still lived in the eighties. Just after Rosenberg entered Vince spotted a small man in green overalls walking towards the entrance. He was wearing narrow oval sunglasses and was carrying a rather large briefcase. The guy looked suspicious and Vince readied himself for when the mystery figure left the building.
***
How incompetent Darkel thought. A poor reproduction of a security pass had easily allowed him access into the conference. He'd chose a maintenance room to leave the explosives and hastily left. Triumphantly he lit a cigarette at the steps by the building's entrance. The wind had picked up and Darkel had to clasp his hands round the lighter and lower his head to light the damn thing. It was when he looked up that he saw a man climb out of a banshee with an assault rifle in hand. Without thinking Darkel pulled his own weapon from his holster.
***
Vince took no chances when he saw the small man in green leave without the suitcase. Although Vince was quick to fire some shots off the man managed to snipe him in the arm. Vince dropped to safety behind the banshee in agony. He glanced at the wound and saw the blood gushing onto his jacket and onto the paved concrete. While clutching the wound the attacker sprayed a round of bullets at the bonnet of the car. Vince peered at the area and saw smoke bellowing from the multiple holes, he sprung to his feet and dashed to safety behind a taxi that was parked nearby. While catching his breath a car screeched away from the building, Vince cautiously rose to his feet, the attacker had fled. A deep tremor then shook the area and the lower section of the AmCo building became engulfed in flames. Endless rows of windows shattered, the shards soared through the air. The sturdy concrete structure began to buckle and the building fell into itself. The monstrous roar of the bomb drowned out the cries of its victims. Vince stood and witnessed the event dumbfounded, the bastard had just massacred hundreds. He forced the taxi's door open and sped off.
Vince had spent the rest of that day and the following night at the nearby hospital having his arm tended to. He'd managed to spin a story about being caught up in a gang war, the doctors had asked no more questions. Exhausted Vince got back to his apartment near Belleville Park, he walked through the door. He heard the door slam shut and felt an overwhelming force from behind around his neck, someone had been waiting for him. A huge man threw him to the floor and stuck a gun in his face, Vince froze from the shock. He then heard another man, "Pull him up."
"Yes Mr Vercetti" the grunt replied. Vince was picked up to face the command-giver. He was in his fifties, grey hair and sharply dressed in a tailored charcoal suit. He had the look of a dangerous man. He stepped forward to within inches of Vince's face and cooly said "You are giong to pay for killing Ken Rosenberg."
***
Donald Love was caught up in numerous press conferences following the bombing of the AmCo building. This was his final conference and he was making his closing statement. "Mayor Philips is doing nothing about this terrible spate of violence. Make me mayor and I pledge to capture the man responsible. Over the past year he has worked in allegiance with Liberty City's organised criminals and initiated gang wars that have killed many innocent people. He killed a journalist in cold blood, he killed fourty three people in a subway bombing earlier this week and just yesterday killed another seven hundred. We know this man has been active for nearly a year now yet the mayor never takes any action. He is incompetent. Give me the power and I will make your safety my number one priority." A hall of supporters sounded rapturous applause at Donald Love's speech. He left the podium in a defiant manner and thrust his arm into the air. Love quickly left the building and stepped into a waiting limousine. "Well?" a waiting voice rapsed.
"Your work is reaping dividends" Love replied. Two champagne glasses clinked as the vehicle drove off.