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this chapter and PLEASE help me with the title.
Tommy sped away from the gentlemen's club as fast as the car would go. His anger was boiling, two of his men were dead and his favorite beretta had been thrown into the ocean. He slammed his fist down on the steering wheel in anger as he heard sirens approaching.
"Could anything else go fucking wrong?!" He screamed at himself.
He was pissed, really pissed. He slammed on the breaks as he saw the cops pull up behind him. He punched a hole through the glove compartment and grabbed his spare pistol. He opened the door and stepped outside, the cops were all pointing their standard issue 9mms at him.
"Drop the gun and put your hands in the air!" One of them shouted.
Tommy didn't feel like toying with them, he raised his gun and fired. The bullet entered the cops mouth and exploded out the back of his head, spraying his windshield with blood.
"Jenkins!" The cop next to him yelled as he saw his friend laying dead with a hole in his head.
Tommy fired at him as well, hitting him in the throat. The cop staggered back against the car, choking on his own blood. Tommy fired another shot into his chest, he fell limply to the ground. The rest of the cops recovered from their shock and began firing at Tommy, he dove behind his car and fired from underneath it. He hit a cop in the kneecap, shattering it, causing the cop to sprawl out on the pavement. He fired another shot into a young cop, hitting him squarely in the chest. Tommy stood up, fired a last shot into the cop clutching his shattered knee cap, and started walking away. But then he quickly turned around and shot another bullet into the young cop, who had still been alive and about to shoot Tommy in the back. All the cops lay dead in the street. Tommy spotted a Diablo stallion off in the distance, quickly he ran up to it, pulled the driver out and threw him to the ground. He shot him in the head before he could get up. He hopped in his car and sped off. The Diablos blood formed a pool around his body.
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Tommy sat on his bed in the hotel room, his men were all gathered together at the other side of the room.
"Santos. Jose Santos, he's El Burros right hand man. I snatched a Diablo car, so it shouldn't be hard to get to him. I just gotta get a disguise..." Tommy was telling his guards. "Find me a Diablo disguise."
One of his men, Nick Cortez, immediately nodded and walked out the door. Nick was Tommy's good friend Colonel Cortez's son. Tommy had given him an important job as a favor towards Cortez, but Nick had turned out to be a very handy person.He was very tough and an excellent marksman, he was able to use any sort of gun very well.
A few hours later Nick returned with a Diablo uniform, he was gasping for breath, but appeared unharmed. "I had to blow some spics head off in the street for this man!" Nick said with a smile. "I left the body in his car and sent it to the crusher."
"Good job Nick, thank you." Tommy said as he grabbed the uniform. Minutes later he emerged from the bathroom dressed as a Diablo. "How do I look?" He asked smiling, he slipped on his sunglasses headed towards his car.
He drove through Portland, searching for the Diablo headquarters. Finally he found it, he looked around at the cars in the parking lot. There were several Diablo stallions, and one single silver Banshee with a racing strip down the middle. He assumed it was Santos's. Impatiently, he waited. And he waited, and waited. For over and hour he sat in the car, snorting coke occasionally, and smoking a cigarette ocassionally. Finally he spotted a Diablo, his uniform was similar to the rest, but it was mostly black. The bandana was black, the jacket was leather with flames on the back. He had a large revolver on a holster on his belt. Tommy laughed at its cheesiness.
Santos stopped in front of the drivers side of his car, he reached into his pocket, fishing around for his keys. Quickly Tommy started the car, the engine roared to life. Santos looked behind him at Tommy. Tommy shoved his foot down on the gas pedal, Santos was frozen in place. He shrieked in horror as he saw the car speeding towards him. Tommy smashed into Santos, crushing him between the two cars. Santos looked stunned, he coughed up a massive amount of blood. Tommy slowly backed up and got out of the car. Santos laid there groaning, blood was pouring out of his mouth.
"What a horrible tragedy!" Tommy said with a smirk. He gave Santos a sharp kick to the ribs.
Santos screamed, more blood splattering out of his mouth as he did so. He tried to mumble some words, but was unsuccessful. All of his ribs were snapped in half, a few stabbed into his lung. His breathing became more and more painful, and he had to struggle to get air.
Tommy watched him dying with a grim satisfaction. Finally Santos's head fell limply forward, he was dead. Tommy ran back to his car and sped off, feeling lucky he hadn't been destroyed by Diablos. He was making good progress in his quest to take over Vice City.
His thoughts were interupted as he felt his tire blow out from under the car, the car skidded out of control and smashed into a bus stop. Tommy looked around and saw a man in a leather jacket and green cargo pants with spiked up black hair walking towards him, a gun pointed at his head.
"Great. JUST FUCKING GREAT!" Tommy yelled out loud. "Who the fuck are you!"
The man said nothing, he just opened the car door, his gun still pointed at Tommys head, pulled him out, and threw him to the ground. Tommy layed flat on his back, staring into the barrel of the mans gun. The man waved his gun to the side, indicating he wanted Tommy to throw his gun to the side. Tommy did so reluctantly.
"Fucking say something." Tommy said angrily.
The man just smiled and moved some sort of hand sign. Three men got out of the van the man had pulled up in. They hoisted Tommy to his feet and began dragging him towards the van.
Tommy sped away from the gentlemen's club as fast as the car would go. His anger was boiling, two of his men were dead and his favorite beretta had been thrown into the ocean. He slammed his fist down on the steering wheel in anger as he heard sirens approaching.
"Could anything else go fucking wrong?!" He screamed at himself.
He was pissed, really pissed. He slammed on the breaks as he saw the cops pull up behind him. He punched a hole through the glove compartment and grabbed his spare pistol. He opened the door and stepped outside, the cops were all pointing their standard issue 9mms at him.
"Drop the gun and put your hands in the air!" One of them shouted.
Tommy didn't feel like toying with them, he raised his gun and fired. The bullet entered the cops mouth and exploded out the back of his head, spraying his windshield with blood.
"Jenkins!" The cop next to him yelled as he saw his friend laying dead with a hole in his head.
Tommy fired at him as well, hitting him in the throat. The cop staggered back against the car, choking on his own blood. Tommy fired another shot into his chest, he fell limply to the ground. The rest of the cops recovered from their shock and began firing at Tommy, he dove behind his car and fired from underneath it. He hit a cop in the kneecap, shattering it, causing the cop to sprawl out on the pavement. He fired another shot into a young cop, hitting him squarely in the chest. Tommy stood up, fired a last shot into the cop clutching his shattered knee cap, and started walking away. But then he quickly turned around and shot another bullet into the young cop, who had still been alive and about to shoot Tommy in the back. All the cops lay dead in the street. Tommy spotted a Diablo stallion off in the distance, quickly he ran up to it, pulled the driver out and threw him to the ground. He shot him in the head before he could get up. He hopped in his car and sped off. The Diablos blood formed a pool around his body.
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Tommy sat on his bed in the hotel room, his men were all gathered together at the other side of the room.
"Santos. Jose Santos, he's El Burros right hand man. I snatched a Diablo car, so it shouldn't be hard to get to him. I just gotta get a disguise..." Tommy was telling his guards. "Find me a Diablo disguise."
One of his men, Nick Cortez, immediately nodded and walked out the door. Nick was Tommy's good friend Colonel Cortez's son. Tommy had given him an important job as a favor towards Cortez, but Nick had turned out to be a very handy person.He was very tough and an excellent marksman, he was able to use any sort of gun very well.
A few hours later Nick returned with a Diablo uniform, he was gasping for breath, but appeared unharmed. "I had to blow some spics head off in the street for this man!" Nick said with a smile. "I left the body in his car and sent it to the crusher."
"Good job Nick, thank you." Tommy said as he grabbed the uniform. Minutes later he emerged from the bathroom dressed as a Diablo. "How do I look?" He asked smiling, he slipped on his sunglasses headed towards his car.
He drove through Portland, searching for the Diablo headquarters. Finally he found it, he looked around at the cars in the parking lot. There were several Diablo stallions, and one single silver Banshee with a racing strip down the middle. He assumed it was Santos's. Impatiently, he waited. And he waited, and waited. For over and hour he sat in the car, snorting coke occasionally, and smoking a cigarette ocassionally. Finally he spotted a Diablo, his uniform was similar to the rest, but it was mostly black. The bandana was black, the jacket was leather with flames on the back. He had a large revolver on a holster on his belt. Tommy laughed at its cheesiness.
Santos stopped in front of the drivers side of his car, he reached into his pocket, fishing around for his keys. Quickly Tommy started the car, the engine roared to life. Santos looked behind him at Tommy. Tommy shoved his foot down on the gas pedal, Santos was frozen in place. He shrieked in horror as he saw the car speeding towards him. Tommy smashed into Santos, crushing him between the two cars. Santos looked stunned, he coughed up a massive amount of blood. Tommy slowly backed up and got out of the car. Santos laid there groaning, blood was pouring out of his mouth.
"What a horrible tragedy!" Tommy said with a smirk. He gave Santos a sharp kick to the ribs.
Santos screamed, more blood splattering out of his mouth as he did so. He tried to mumble some words, but was unsuccessful. All of his ribs were snapped in half, a few stabbed into his lung. His breathing became more and more painful, and he had to struggle to get air.
Tommy watched him dying with a grim satisfaction. Finally Santos's head fell limply forward, he was dead. Tommy ran back to his car and sped off, feeling lucky he hadn't been destroyed by Diablos. He was making good progress in his quest to take over Vice City.
His thoughts were interupted as he felt his tire blow out from under the car, the car skidded out of control and smashed into a bus stop. Tommy looked around and saw a man in a leather jacket and green cargo pants with spiked up black hair walking towards him, a gun pointed at his head.
"Great. JUST FUCKING GREAT!" Tommy yelled out loud. "Who the fuck are you!"
The man said nothing, he just opened the car door, his gun still pointed at Tommys head, pulled him out, and threw him to the ground. Tommy layed flat on his back, staring into the barrel of the mans gun. The man waved his gun to the side, indicating he wanted Tommy to throw his gun to the side. Tommy did so reluctantly.
"Fucking say something." Tommy said angrily.
The man just smiled and moved some sort of hand sign. Three men got out of the van the man had pulled up in. They hoisted Tommy to his feet and began dragging him towards the van.