Grand Theft Auto: Vice City

Clerical Work

Authour's Notes: Yay. We've finally come to the climactic chase scene! I don't have much to comment on here, so I won't dawdle. On to Chapter Five!

Mission V: Escobar

The car flew over the heads of policemen and gang members, Voodoo lowriders and police cars, before coming to a screeching halt across the street. The congregation of aggressors stood in shock for a moment, covered in glass and dust, before opening fire once more. Tommy wasted no time in twirling the car around one hundred eighty degrees and heading up the street. The tyres of the vehicle skidded around the pavement for a moment before sufficient friction set in, and the car set off.

"What are you doing!" screamed Cassandra, directly into Tommy's right ear. "The shortest way to the airport is south!"

"Do you think I'm stupid, grandma! The South Bridge is almost certainly blocked off! We'll have to head north first and hope the pigs don't catch on."

A pair of police cars and a Voodoo erupted from around a corner at that moment, forcing Tommy to yank the steering wheel to the right. The car caught an embankment and left the pavement for a moment before crashing down perpendicular to the road.

"Eat my shit!" hollered Tommy, whipping out his Mac-10 and pumping a few rounds through the windscreen of one of the police cars.

"You'll only get us in more trouble!" Alexa had been silent up until this point, hiding on the floor. She obviously wan't happy with the idea of shooting off police officer's heads.

"I've seen much worse honey," he retorted, slamming the car across a bridge and up toward the Malibu.

"It's a straight shot from here," instructed the elder Vegas.

"You don't think I know tha-- Gah!"

A sky-blue Cheetah with a flashing red light on the dash had cut them off, and once again Tommy had to swerve. This time he headed around the WK Chariot and on to Ocean Beach. A hail of bullets was beginning to come down on them now from an FBI member leaning out the passenger window of the offending Cheetah.

"I'll lose 'em."

Tommy engaged the handbrake and pulled the car to the left, making a complete three-sixty and throwing the FBI off enough that they headed straight at the ocean, buying them some time.

"You said the airport?" asked Tommy, slamming on the gas again and headed up the beach.

"Yeah, yeah, airport. I have a VIP pass on Vice Air and a 9mm in my pocket. We'll be able to get right on the next flight--"

Her statement was cut off by two bullets shattering the windscreen of the red convertible.

"--besides! They'd never try shit like this in the airport."

Tommy skidded the car back into the street, making a taxi cab careen into a pick-up, which in turn plowed through the windows of the mall.

"Damn it all! Besides, what do you expect me to do, granny?"

"I don't know, and I don't give a damn!"

"Bitch!"

A thumping, whirring sound entered the collective eardrums of the three passengers.

"Floor it Tommy, they got choppers!"

"Choppers... That's it! I'm going to swing by Starfish Island first."

"Swing by? Swing by!"

"I have an idea."

For now, though, they'd have to deal with a hail of ammunition coming from the pair of pursuing helicopters. Tommy employed an "evasive tactic." he called it, which consisted of swerving back and forth and ramming everyone off the road. He turned onto the highway.

"No no no, dumbshit!"

"What! Highway equals fast!"

"They'll have spike--"

A cannon-like popping noise.

"--strips."

If not for Tommy's driving "skills," they would have most certainly been thrown into the sea, but he managed to maintain some sort of control over the car and slide it into the parking area of his Starfish Island mansion.

"I have a helicopter up top."

Alexa's eyes widened, and she spoke up for only the second time. "So you almost get us killed on the road, total my car, and now you want to FLY!"

A short pause, broken by MP-5 gunfire.

Tommy grabbed Alexa and pulled her up the stairs. "In here!"

"What is this, 'Rocky'!" exclaimed Alexa.

A long and arduous (for Cassandra, anyway) climb up the stairs within the old Diaz mansion ensued before they finally reached the top. Tommy emerged into the blinding Floridian sunlight, heaving a tired old lady behind him, and mildy annoyed by the burning salt spray being tossed into his eyes. He was even more annoyed, however, that four SWAT had just dropped from the police chopper above. The men raised their submachineguns at Tommy and motioned for him to get on the ground.

Tommy stood there, brooding. This day had gone from bad, to worse, and now it was just plain shitty.

"Like Hell!" he screamed, pulling a rocket launcher from inside an oil barrel on the roof and launching a shell at the offending helicopter. The rocket punctured the fiberglass shell easily, detonating in a firey cloud which expelled debris in all directions. This distracted the SWAT enough to let Tommy pop two of them in the head with the Mac 10 and shove another off the room, after which he fell with a sickening crunch.

The final SWAT was left hanging on the nose of the helicopter, which most certainly did not please Mr. Vercetti at all. As the Vegas' strapped themselves in, Tommy pushed the throttle up and jammed on the right side rudder pedal. This sent the chopper into a chaotic (but controlled) spin, throwing the officer off via centrifugal force.

"Alright ladies, hope you're ready." With that, he pushed the controll column forward and sped off toward Escobar International. This was not the end of their problems, however.

The second police helicopter was behind them, and gaining. Tommy pulled yet another SMG from under the pilots seat and tossed it back to Alexa, who deftly half-caught it on her lap.

"Know how to work a Tec 9?"

"Uh... K-kinda?"

"Take out the pricks following us."

He shoved the control column over, allowing Alexa a clear shot. They had only one chance at this, the VCPD chopper was on a collision course.

Alexa let loose with a couple of short bursts of gunfire. The first grazed the fiberglass, but the second crashed through the windscreen, effectively eradicating the pilots effectiveness. The heli tipped off to the left, suddenly, throwing the gunner out and sending the chopper into the sparkling blue seas below.

Cassandra whooped. "Oh yeah! Kick ass! You're just like me with a gun!"

Alexa almost threw the gun out the window in disgust. "Oh dear..."

Tommy couldn't help but laugh. He could see a procession of police cars beneath them. They wouldn't let him set down in front of the airport, they'd be all over him like white on rice.

"You girls up for a little ride?"

Two responses at once. "Fuck yeah!" and "Oh God please...!"

Regardless, Tommy dropped the altitude of the chopper and sped over to the airport. The motioned for Alexa to hand him the gun.

SMG in hand, he leaned out the window and emptied two clips on Escobar's glass facade.

"Plan B," he said with a smirk.

With those penultimate words, he turned the blades of the helicopter forward and plunged right into Escobar International Airport.

Mission Complete!

Author's Notes: The end. Hope you enjoyed it!