The Anarchist
For Sale
Darkel had easily managed to escape from the boot of Tommy Vercetti's car. Their arrival at the Saint Mark's mansion was totally unexpected; he would have to be more careful now that he had both Liberty and Vice City's most dangerous men after him. The challenge greatly thrilled him. Darkel had managed to escape to a safe house in Chinatown and began to update his employer on the situation, "The Portland mafia has been put into administration, and the path is open for you to clear up." "Excellent," Donald Love replied. "I will just point a couple of well-known law enforcement officials in the right direction and we can wipe Portland's slate clean. That just leaves the major gangs in Staunton and Shoreside, I can deal with the Colombians through money alone but the Yakuza will need softening up." "Not a problem" Darkel rasped.
"Right, all we know so far is that someone is pulling the strings of Liberty's underworld and goes by the name of Darkel. Your knowledge is better than mine kid so you will have to enlighten me, Tommy looked over to Vince. "There were three major gangs in Liberty before I arrived, the Mafia, the Yakuza and the Cartel. Now while the Cartel was gaining strength the other two were losing it. All three have been hammered in the past year and are now at their weakest. That bastard has timed his actions perfectly. It was him I saw that day when the AmCo building went up." "Shit" Tommy mused, "This is worse than I thought. Get some stuff together kid, we're taking a trip to Florida." "What? We can't leave now, we need to track that bastard down!" "Yeah and it will be a hell of a lot easier if I bring back some of my men, so get packing!"
Darkel was impressed by the quality of his suit; Love new some good tailors he thought to himself. Briefcase in one hand and cigarette in the other Darkel climbed the steps to the entrance of what was called Kenji's Casino in Torrington, now imaginatively called Liberty City Casino. He pressed the buzzer poking out from the marble wall. "Liberty City Casino. Can I help you?" a voice asked. "It's Darkel, I'm here for a meeting with Mr Taku." The voice on the intercom lost its cordiality, "One moment please." The door buzzed and a well-groomed Japanese attendant in a suit as sharp as Darkel's opened the door, Darkel could see the shape of an Uzi in the man's jacket. "We've been expecting you, please follow me." Darkel followed the attendant through a grandly furnished hall and up an imposing staircase to Jason Taku's office, the new head of the Yakuza. The attendant opened one of the two heavy wooden doors, gestured Darkel into the office and closed the door behind the visitor. Jason Taku stood staring at a monitor in a wall of monitors; he was observing the action at a roulette table downstairs. The office was empty except for Taku and Darkel; the head of the Yakuza was so arrogant and sure of his safety here that he didn't allow bodyguards to enter, foolish, very foolish. "What can I do for you Darkel?" an exasperated Taku asked while continuing to observe the action on the floor. "Firstly you can do me the courtesy of turning to face me and not being so ignorant" Darkel shot. Taku turned to look at Darkel in a slow, smooth motion and met him with an icy smile. "I'm here to collect some documents." Darkel continued. "And what documents would they be?" "I want all paperwork concerning your finances and not just for the casino but for your other activities. I also want a comprehensive list of all your contacts and employees in the city that are on your payroll." "Whatever for?" a stunned Taku asked. "Because I'm shutting you down" now it was Darkel who smiled. As he rested his briefcase on the huge desk before him and began to open it, Taku exploded. "Who the hell do you think you are? You can't walk into my casino and make such demands, connections or no connections!" Darkel looked up from his opened briefcase, "Are you a gambling man Mr Taku?" the remark stunned Taku into silence, "I have a card in my hand and I would like you to guess its suit..." Darkel raised one hand to reveal a concealed playing card; he raised the other to reveal a crossbow. "...I do hope you guess correctly." Taku stood motionless at the other end of the long desk, he had broke out into a cold sweat and began to stammer, "Wh wh what the hell is this!?" he pleaded. "It's very simple Mr Taku, guess the suit and you live, you have a one in four chance, quite respectable odds." After some panic-stricken thought Taku finally responded. "Sp..sp..spade it's a spade!" he cried. Darkel stopped smiling as he temporarily held a look of disappointment, he slowly turned the card around into Taku's view to reveal a joker. Before Taku could react Darkel shot the crossbow, an arrow sunk into Taku's throat. Taku fell to the floor choking and gargling amid a pool of hot sticky blood. While he continued to writhe on the floor for a final moment Darkel walked over to him, "Surely you already knew Mr Taku...the house always wins!"
It didn't take very long to rifle through Taku's desk and to find the required documents. After depositing them in his briefcase Darkel removed both of the Uzis from inside his suit jacket and prepared to make his exit from Taku's office.
Tommy had sent word ahead for his private jet to arrive at Francis International Airport. Upon landing on Escobar's runway Tommy was back in a familiar position at the top of the power pyramid. A small convoy waited by the plane, a black limousine and two patriots; all bulletproof. One man stood apart from the bodyguards, Tommy's deputy. "Avvon! How are ya?" Tommy beamed. "Good to see you sir, everything's been running smoothly. Wait. Where's Rosebud?" Tommy let out a nonchalant sigh, "Well we were involved in a minor road traffic accident so I'm going to need a replacement. But don't worry about that, that can wait, we've got more pressing issues." He then gestured towards Vince, "Avvon this is Vince, Vince..?" "Andrews" Vince added. "This is Vince Andrews" Tommy continued. "He was Ken's supposed assassin as I explained over the phone and is now our man in Liberty. He's been up to a lot recently, hell, he whacked Salvatore for Christ's sake!" Tommy couldn't conceal his growing admiration for his young associate. "No shit!" Avvon mused. "I'm Avvon Brasi, Tommy's deputy. Listen boss before we get to work on out-of-city affairs we've got a deal to straighten with Alberto Cousins." "I that you had that done and dusted yesterday." Tommy voiced in a slightly irritable manner. "You know what he's like, the slippery French bastard's been pushing for more money, and he knows how to drive a hard bargain that's for sure!" Avvon pronounced. "Well we will have to tell him the decision is final, sort a chopper out Avvon I want this dealt with swiftly. Come on Vince you can be in on this." After quiet observation Vince dutifully followed Tommy and Avvon toward the helipad.
Jason Taku's bodyguards hadn't tested Darkel, the elite Yakuza were decimated during the recent gang wars so he had fought a bunch of average hoods that had been drafted into the Yakuza stronghold. He now sat amidst opulence in one of Donald Love's numerous luxury penthouse suites. "Here are the documents you requested" Darkel passed to the briefcase to Love, "the Yakuza have been decapitated and are ripe for harvesting. How did affairs concerning the Colombians unfold?" "Smoothly" responded Love, "Expect some high-profile arrests over the next couple of days. I've had a company purchase both the mafia and cartel mansions, the casino will follow shortly. Are our occupants ready to inhabit their new homes?" "I spoke with them a short while ago, they are on their way from Eastern Europe as we speak." "Excellent" Love replied while pouring himself and his employee a drink, "Excellent."
The meeting with Alberto Cousins was scheduled to take place at Vice Port; Tommy had made preparations to have law enforcement sparse in the area. The helicopter landed in an opening by numerous and faceless warehouses and hangars. A couple of cars were waiting; it was Cousins and some of his hired protection. While the chopper slowly descended toward the ground Tommy turned to Vince, "Me and Avvon are going to take a backseat in this meeting. You're gonna handle it so I'll give you a few pointers. Cousins is a stubborn bastard, we don't know of many people who could get him to change his mind without filling him full of lead. Now we're gonna pay whatever he asks within reason but I wanna see if you can get him to reduce the asking price." Vince allowed a short silence then quipped, "No problem. I want you to do something for me, when the chopper lands leave the rotors spinning." The helicopter finally landed, Vince and two of Tommy's bodyguards stepped out and towards Alberto Cousins, a tall lean man with long hair tied back into a ponytail. Tommy and Avvon observed from the helicopter, Avvon broke the silence, "How d'ya think he'll do? I think he's of too quiet a demeanour for such persuasion." Avvon looked towards Tommy waiting for a response and was met with Tommy grinning ear to ear. "Well take a look out of the window!"
Vince had it all worked out before uttering a word to Alberto. He instructed his bodyguards to hold Alberto's heavies at gunpoint. The helicopter engines made talk practically impossible out in open ground so Vince took a pen and paper out of his pocket, wrote a figure and passed it to Alberto. Alberto snatched the paper from Vince's hands glanced at the figure and began to laugh contemptuously. While Alberto was shaking his head in bewilderment at Vince's offer, Vince grasped the Frenchman's ponytail that was flapping in the ferocious winds. He spun round behind Alberto clasping an arm in a python-like grip, now with one hand restraining Alberto and the other holding his hair he moved towards the rear rotor of the helicopter. Alberto began to squeal and tried to squirm out of Vince's restraint but to no avail, Vince had forced Alberto's head to within feet of the savage-sounding rotor. Alberto's hair flapped over his face into the rotor, strands of it swirled through the air. Before long Vince had promptly returned to his seat inside the helicopter with a new deal established to the admiration of Tommy and Avvon. "Now" Tommy began, "let's prepare for our return to Liberty."
Shouldn't be much longer, Darkel thought to himself. He sat in the shelter of his sentinel outside the torrent that had befallen Liberty, parked up outside Francis International Airport. He turned the radio on to try and stem his impatience,
"...with the mayoral elections now just two days away and Donald Love expecting a landslide victory, what measures can citizens expect to be taken to tackle the alarming rise in organised crime? After the local sport and weather we have an exclusive interview with Donald Love..."
Darkel promptly changed the radio station; he had no desire to listen to Love in sound-bite mode. Some moments later he received a phone call, "Darkel, it's Mikhail. Where are you?" the voice on the line enquired. "I'm waiting outside in a black kuruma" Darkel answered. Within minutes two tall, burly figures swaggered over to the waiting car and stepped inside. It was Darkel who spoke first, it's good to see you my brothers, it's been so long!" The car sped off through the grey drizzle.
Darkel had easily managed to escape from the boot of Tommy Vercetti's car. Their arrival at the Saint Mark's mansion was totally unexpected; he would have to be more careful now that he had both Liberty and Vice City's most dangerous men after him. The challenge greatly thrilled him. Darkel had managed to escape to a safe house in Chinatown and began to update his employer on the situation, "The Portland mafia has been put into administration, and the path is open for you to clear up." "Excellent," Donald Love replied. "I will just point a couple of well-known law enforcement officials in the right direction and we can wipe Portland's slate clean. That just leaves the major gangs in Staunton and Shoreside, I can deal with the Colombians through money alone but the Yakuza will need softening up." "Not a problem" Darkel rasped.
"Right, all we know so far is that someone is pulling the strings of Liberty's underworld and goes by the name of Darkel. Your knowledge is better than mine kid so you will have to enlighten me, Tommy looked over to Vince. "There were three major gangs in Liberty before I arrived, the Mafia, the Yakuza and the Cartel. Now while the Cartel was gaining strength the other two were losing it. All three have been hammered in the past year and are now at their weakest. That bastard has timed his actions perfectly. It was him I saw that day when the AmCo building went up." "Shit" Tommy mused, "This is worse than I thought. Get some stuff together kid, we're taking a trip to Florida." "What? We can't leave now, we need to track that bastard down!" "Yeah and it will be a hell of a lot easier if I bring back some of my men, so get packing!"
Darkel was impressed by the quality of his suit; Love new some good tailors he thought to himself. Briefcase in one hand and cigarette in the other Darkel climbed the steps to the entrance of what was called Kenji's Casino in Torrington, now imaginatively called Liberty City Casino. He pressed the buzzer poking out from the marble wall. "Liberty City Casino. Can I help you?" a voice asked. "It's Darkel, I'm here for a meeting with Mr Taku." The voice on the intercom lost its cordiality, "One moment please." The door buzzed and a well-groomed Japanese attendant in a suit as sharp as Darkel's opened the door, Darkel could see the shape of an Uzi in the man's jacket. "We've been expecting you, please follow me." Darkel followed the attendant through a grandly furnished hall and up an imposing staircase to Jason Taku's office, the new head of the Yakuza. The attendant opened one of the two heavy wooden doors, gestured Darkel into the office and closed the door behind the visitor. Jason Taku stood staring at a monitor in a wall of monitors; he was observing the action at a roulette table downstairs. The office was empty except for Taku and Darkel; the head of the Yakuza was so arrogant and sure of his safety here that he didn't allow bodyguards to enter, foolish, very foolish. "What can I do for you Darkel?" an exasperated Taku asked while continuing to observe the action on the floor. "Firstly you can do me the courtesy of turning to face me and not being so ignorant" Darkel shot. Taku turned to look at Darkel in a slow, smooth motion and met him with an icy smile. "I'm here to collect some documents." Darkel continued. "And what documents would they be?" "I want all paperwork concerning your finances and not just for the casino but for your other activities. I also want a comprehensive list of all your contacts and employees in the city that are on your payroll." "Whatever for?" a stunned Taku asked. "Because I'm shutting you down" now it was Darkel who smiled. As he rested his briefcase on the huge desk before him and began to open it, Taku exploded. "Who the hell do you think you are? You can't walk into my casino and make such demands, connections or no connections!" Darkel looked up from his opened briefcase, "Are you a gambling man Mr Taku?" the remark stunned Taku into silence, "I have a card in my hand and I would like you to guess its suit..." Darkel raised one hand to reveal a concealed playing card; he raised the other to reveal a crossbow. "...I do hope you guess correctly." Taku stood motionless at the other end of the long desk, he had broke out into a cold sweat and began to stammer, "Wh wh what the hell is this!?" he pleaded. "It's very simple Mr Taku, guess the suit and you live, you have a one in four chance, quite respectable odds." After some panic-stricken thought Taku finally responded. "Sp..sp..spade it's a spade!" he cried. Darkel stopped smiling as he temporarily held a look of disappointment, he slowly turned the card around into Taku's view to reveal a joker. Before Taku could react Darkel shot the crossbow, an arrow sunk into Taku's throat. Taku fell to the floor choking and gargling amid a pool of hot sticky blood. While he continued to writhe on the floor for a final moment Darkel walked over to him, "Surely you already knew Mr Taku...the house always wins!"
It didn't take very long to rifle through Taku's desk and to find the required documents. After depositing them in his briefcase Darkel removed both of the Uzis from inside his suit jacket and prepared to make his exit from Taku's office.
Tommy had sent word ahead for his private jet to arrive at Francis International Airport. Upon landing on Escobar's runway Tommy was back in a familiar position at the top of the power pyramid. A small convoy waited by the plane, a black limousine and two patriots; all bulletproof. One man stood apart from the bodyguards, Tommy's deputy. "Avvon! How are ya?" Tommy beamed. "Good to see you sir, everything's been running smoothly. Wait. Where's Rosebud?" Tommy let out a nonchalant sigh, "Well we were involved in a minor road traffic accident so I'm going to need a replacement. But don't worry about that, that can wait, we've got more pressing issues." He then gestured towards Vince, "Avvon this is Vince, Vince..?" "Andrews" Vince added. "This is Vince Andrews" Tommy continued. "He was Ken's supposed assassin as I explained over the phone and is now our man in Liberty. He's been up to a lot recently, hell, he whacked Salvatore for Christ's sake!" Tommy couldn't conceal his growing admiration for his young associate. "No shit!" Avvon mused. "I'm Avvon Brasi, Tommy's deputy. Listen boss before we get to work on out-of-city affairs we've got a deal to straighten with Alberto Cousins." "I that you had that done and dusted yesterday." Tommy voiced in a slightly irritable manner. "You know what he's like, the slippery French bastard's been pushing for more money, and he knows how to drive a hard bargain that's for sure!" Avvon pronounced. "Well we will have to tell him the decision is final, sort a chopper out Avvon I want this dealt with swiftly. Come on Vince you can be in on this." After quiet observation Vince dutifully followed Tommy and Avvon toward the helipad.
Jason Taku's bodyguards hadn't tested Darkel, the elite Yakuza were decimated during the recent gang wars so he had fought a bunch of average hoods that had been drafted into the Yakuza stronghold. He now sat amidst opulence in one of Donald Love's numerous luxury penthouse suites. "Here are the documents you requested" Darkel passed to the briefcase to Love, "the Yakuza have been decapitated and are ripe for harvesting. How did affairs concerning the Colombians unfold?" "Smoothly" responded Love, "Expect some high-profile arrests over the next couple of days. I've had a company purchase both the mafia and cartel mansions, the casino will follow shortly. Are our occupants ready to inhabit their new homes?" "I spoke with them a short while ago, they are on their way from Eastern Europe as we speak." "Excellent" Love replied while pouring himself and his employee a drink, "Excellent."
The meeting with Alberto Cousins was scheduled to take place at Vice Port; Tommy had made preparations to have law enforcement sparse in the area. The helicopter landed in an opening by numerous and faceless warehouses and hangars. A couple of cars were waiting; it was Cousins and some of his hired protection. While the chopper slowly descended toward the ground Tommy turned to Vince, "Me and Avvon are going to take a backseat in this meeting. You're gonna handle it so I'll give you a few pointers. Cousins is a stubborn bastard, we don't know of many people who could get him to change his mind without filling him full of lead. Now we're gonna pay whatever he asks within reason but I wanna see if you can get him to reduce the asking price." Vince allowed a short silence then quipped, "No problem. I want you to do something for me, when the chopper lands leave the rotors spinning." The helicopter finally landed, Vince and two of Tommy's bodyguards stepped out and towards Alberto Cousins, a tall lean man with long hair tied back into a ponytail. Tommy and Avvon observed from the helicopter, Avvon broke the silence, "How d'ya think he'll do? I think he's of too quiet a demeanour for such persuasion." Avvon looked towards Tommy waiting for a response and was met with Tommy grinning ear to ear. "Well take a look out of the window!"
Vince had it all worked out before uttering a word to Alberto. He instructed his bodyguards to hold Alberto's heavies at gunpoint. The helicopter engines made talk practically impossible out in open ground so Vince took a pen and paper out of his pocket, wrote a figure and passed it to Alberto. Alberto snatched the paper from Vince's hands glanced at the figure and began to laugh contemptuously. While Alberto was shaking his head in bewilderment at Vince's offer, Vince grasped the Frenchman's ponytail that was flapping in the ferocious winds. He spun round behind Alberto clasping an arm in a python-like grip, now with one hand restraining Alberto and the other holding his hair he moved towards the rear rotor of the helicopter. Alberto began to squeal and tried to squirm out of Vince's restraint but to no avail, Vince had forced Alberto's head to within feet of the savage-sounding rotor. Alberto's hair flapped over his face into the rotor, strands of it swirled through the air. Before long Vince had promptly returned to his seat inside the helicopter with a new deal established to the admiration of Tommy and Avvon. "Now" Tommy began, "let's prepare for our return to Liberty."
Shouldn't be much longer, Darkel thought to himself. He sat in the shelter of his sentinel outside the torrent that had befallen Liberty, parked up outside Francis International Airport. He turned the radio on to try and stem his impatience,
"...with the mayoral elections now just two days away and Donald Love expecting a landslide victory, what measures can citizens expect to be taken to tackle the alarming rise in organised crime? After the local sport and weather we have an exclusive interview with Donald Love..."
Darkel promptly changed the radio station; he had no desire to listen to Love in sound-bite mode. Some moments later he received a phone call, "Darkel, it's Mikhail. Where are you?" the voice on the line enquired. "I'm waiting outside in a black kuruma" Darkel answered. Within minutes two tall, burly figures swaggered over to the waiting car and stepped inside. It was Darkel who spoke first, it's good to see you my brothers, it's been so long!" The car sped off through the grey drizzle.