"Great Tommy! Great, it's great. The leaders are taken out, we're
homefree!!" Rosenberg paced back in forth and talked a mile a minute, still
very hyped up after the line of cocaine he had just snorted.
"Calm down Ken, we're not homefree yet. We still have the second in commands, and the major officers to take out." Tommy replied, snorting a line of his own.
The cocaine had never acted on Tommy like it did on Rosenberg. He still felt the adrenaline rush and the burst of energy, but he could still think and function properly. He didn't babble like an idiot either.
"Tony Cipriani, he's next. Pack up you're bags Ken, we're going to Liberty City!" Tommy said happily. It had been years since he'd been back. He looked up to realize Ken didn't hear a word he said, he was too busy muttering something about ducks and rabid groundhogs.
After further thinking, Tommy reconsidered and decided not to take Rosenberg with him. It would be dangerous down there and he wouldn't risk losing his lawyer. Deep down inside, Tommy knew he didn't want to lose his friend either.
Later that day Tommy prepared for his flight to Liberty, he would bring 10 of his men with him to help out. Tommy was enjoying this, he hadn't had any action like this for months. He missed the high speed chases and escaping death everyday.
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Later, while on his plane, Tommy shifted nervously in his first class airplane seat and looked down at Liberty City below him. He was anxious to get out of this plane and get down on the ground. First he'd visit some of his favorite restaurants, then check into the best hotel in town. He'd find some nice wheels. Then he'd get down to business, Cipriani would die, as would the second in command for the Triads, the Yardies, and the Diablos. It would not be clean, it'd be a mess. Because of security most of them would have to be in public, where security was less.
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Later that night, Tommy sighed as he realized it was time to get back to work, he had had a great time revisiting his favorite places in the city. He had it all planned out, Cipriani would be leaving his house to go to his favorite club, 'Sex Club 7' that night, he always did on Thursday. Tommy would gun him down in the street, in front of his mother. Sure it was cruel, Tommy didn't care. He had heard that Cipriani was a pedophile, he slept with little girls. Tommy hated people like that, and would make sure he got what he deserved.
Tommy changed into black cargo pants and a black jacket to match Liberty City's dark atmosphere better. He loaded his M60 machine gun into the black sentinel he would be riding in. He climbed into the backseat.
"Drive." He ordered the driver.
They pulled up across the street from Cipriani's place and waited for him to come out. They waited 10 minutes before Tommy began to get impatient. He began to wonder if Cipriani would even be going to the club tonight. 15 minutes, 30, 45. Finally he came out and headed toward the blue Karuma parked in front. Quickly Tommy opened the door and ran to where he could face Cipriani. He aimed his machinegun at him.
"Bye Toni." Tommy said smiling.
"Holy shit, no! NO!" Cipriani screamed.
Tommy squeezed his finger down on the trigger, spraying bullets into Ciprianis body, the bullets went through his body and into the car behind him. Blood sprayed all over the street and the car. Cipriani was literally being ripped apart by the bullets, pieces of his flesh were flying off. Toni's mother had run out and was screaming in horror as she watched her son being mutilated. Blood sprayed out of Ciprianis mouth and his eyes rolled back in his head. His leg was completely severed by the bullets and it fell to the ground, the bullets still held the rest of his body up against the car. Finally the clip ran out. Ciprianis bloody crushed, ripped body fell to the ground, blood dripping off of the car and formed little rivers rolling off into the sewer. Ciprianis body fell on its side, the head was so riddled with bullets it burst open as soon as it made contact with the ground. The blue Karuma had turned red, the blood was like an extra coat of paint. Tommy didn't feel a bit squeamish.
Tommy immediately thought about Sonny Corleones death in 'The Godfather', but then wondered why he kept thinking about that movie. His thoughts were interrupted as Ciprianis mother ran down to his corpse.
"Toni! Toni!!!" Ciprianis mother screamed in her horrible squawking voice, "You bastard! I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU!"
Tommy drew his beretta aimed it at her. He fired one shot into her stomach and quickly ran back to his car. He dove in.
"Drive! Now!" Tommy screamed at his driver.
He didn't think he killed the mother, he had only shot to wound. He never knew whether she lived or died, but he did know the hit on Cipriani had gone successfully. He'd now dump the car and his guns into the ocean, to get rid of evidence.
He heard police sirens, he had to move quickly.
"Calm down Ken, we're not homefree yet. We still have the second in commands, and the major officers to take out." Tommy replied, snorting a line of his own.
The cocaine had never acted on Tommy like it did on Rosenberg. He still felt the adrenaline rush and the burst of energy, but he could still think and function properly. He didn't babble like an idiot either.
"Tony Cipriani, he's next. Pack up you're bags Ken, we're going to Liberty City!" Tommy said happily. It had been years since he'd been back. He looked up to realize Ken didn't hear a word he said, he was too busy muttering something about ducks and rabid groundhogs.
After further thinking, Tommy reconsidered and decided not to take Rosenberg with him. It would be dangerous down there and he wouldn't risk losing his lawyer. Deep down inside, Tommy knew he didn't want to lose his friend either.
Later that day Tommy prepared for his flight to Liberty, he would bring 10 of his men with him to help out. Tommy was enjoying this, he hadn't had any action like this for months. He missed the high speed chases and escaping death everyday.
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Later, while on his plane, Tommy shifted nervously in his first class airplane seat and looked down at Liberty City below him. He was anxious to get out of this plane and get down on the ground. First he'd visit some of his favorite restaurants, then check into the best hotel in town. He'd find some nice wheels. Then he'd get down to business, Cipriani would die, as would the second in command for the Triads, the Yardies, and the Diablos. It would not be clean, it'd be a mess. Because of security most of them would have to be in public, where security was less.
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Later that night, Tommy sighed as he realized it was time to get back to work, he had had a great time revisiting his favorite places in the city. He had it all planned out, Cipriani would be leaving his house to go to his favorite club, 'Sex Club 7' that night, he always did on Thursday. Tommy would gun him down in the street, in front of his mother. Sure it was cruel, Tommy didn't care. He had heard that Cipriani was a pedophile, he slept with little girls. Tommy hated people like that, and would make sure he got what he deserved.
Tommy changed into black cargo pants and a black jacket to match Liberty City's dark atmosphere better. He loaded his M60 machine gun into the black sentinel he would be riding in. He climbed into the backseat.
"Drive." He ordered the driver.
They pulled up across the street from Cipriani's place and waited for him to come out. They waited 10 minutes before Tommy began to get impatient. He began to wonder if Cipriani would even be going to the club tonight. 15 minutes, 30, 45. Finally he came out and headed toward the blue Karuma parked in front. Quickly Tommy opened the door and ran to where he could face Cipriani. He aimed his machinegun at him.
"Bye Toni." Tommy said smiling.
"Holy shit, no! NO!" Cipriani screamed.
Tommy squeezed his finger down on the trigger, spraying bullets into Ciprianis body, the bullets went through his body and into the car behind him. Blood sprayed all over the street and the car. Cipriani was literally being ripped apart by the bullets, pieces of his flesh were flying off. Toni's mother had run out and was screaming in horror as she watched her son being mutilated. Blood sprayed out of Ciprianis mouth and his eyes rolled back in his head. His leg was completely severed by the bullets and it fell to the ground, the bullets still held the rest of his body up against the car. Finally the clip ran out. Ciprianis bloody crushed, ripped body fell to the ground, blood dripping off of the car and formed little rivers rolling off into the sewer. Ciprianis body fell on its side, the head was so riddled with bullets it burst open as soon as it made contact with the ground. The blue Karuma had turned red, the blood was like an extra coat of paint. Tommy didn't feel a bit squeamish.
Tommy immediately thought about Sonny Corleones death in 'The Godfather', but then wondered why he kept thinking about that movie. His thoughts were interrupted as Ciprianis mother ran down to his corpse.
"Toni! Toni!!!" Ciprianis mother screamed in her horrible squawking voice, "You bastard! I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU!"
Tommy drew his beretta aimed it at her. He fired one shot into her stomach and quickly ran back to his car. He dove in.
"Drive! Now!" Tommy screamed at his driver.
He didn't think he killed the mother, he had only shot to wound. He never knew whether she lived or died, but he did know the hit on Cipriani had gone successfully. He'd now dump the car and his guns into the ocean, to get rid of evidence.
He heard police sirens, he had to move quickly.