Kat received a call almost an hour later from a ranting and possibly drunk Rosenberg. However she didn't bother to listen to him. She had known that Tommy would of taken the mansion. She muttered goodbye into the phone as she hung up. Her mind was buzzing with a cocktail of adrenaline and booze. She approached her old apartment building carefully. The police had reopened the building and everyone returned to their usual habits. Kat seemed to dash into the building and slowly with deadly silence crept up the stairs. She could see her apartment at the end of the hall. The door had been shut but a circle of police tape blocked the door. Another police sticker had been stuck onto the door. She ducked under the tape and kicked the door open. It swung open freely revealing a blood splatter hall, complete with white outlines drawn over the floor. She observed it with some regret. Kat shrugged it off and turned her attention to the rest of her former apartment. The swords and daggers that had decorated her walls had been taken away for some reason. She sighed, missing them slightly but quickly returned to the reason she was here. She slipped into the bathroom; it looked exactly the same as she had left it. Kat knelt down on the cheap lino floor. She started to rip up the light coloured lino under the window. A few tacks flew out the floor, landing with a soft tinker behind her. The floorboards under the lino where old and rotten. She ripped a few of the boards up revealing a dark, dank storage hole. She pulled a small bag of clothes out of the space as well as a sports bag full of guns and ammo. Kat glanced around silently and slipped into her tight black cat suit. She grabbed a thick leather belt and clipped it around her waist. She then strapped a small handgun around her thigh and hung a dozen clips on her belt. Finally she grabbed a sniper riffle and hung it over her shoulder. Kat picked up her balaclava and wondered if she needed it anymore. She shrugged and pushed it under her belt before she quickly shut the floorboards and put the lino back. She turned to leave the apartment, she forced herself to concentrate, she was slacking off. So she piled her clothes in a plastic bag to take down to her car, and looked the room over one last time. She then turned and ran from her home, shutting the door tightly.
Kat fled down the stairs and dived into her car, leaving the scene before anyone noticed her presence. She parked the car several miles away and pulled out her cell phone. She idly dialed a number and raised it to her ear anxiously. Someone answered the phone at the other end.
"Vercetti's got the mansion" she said blandly before she hung up. Her stomach lurched violently. She glanced at her watch; it would all kick off in an hour.
At the Escobar International airport a small private plane landed on the tarmac runway. It taxied off onto a quite piece of the airport. The door opened and two burly men in suits climbed out into the afternoon air. They waited patiently while a third man climbed out the plane. A pair of sunglasses hid his eyes; he was dressed in a dark navy blue suit, which seemed to give him an air of authority. He smiled for a second, today was going to be a good day, he knew it.
Tommy looked around the office. A small pile of dead guards lay at the door. He was growing impatient of waiting for something to happen. He looked at him imitation Rolex watch in a bored manner. The sound of a car engine forced Tommy to stand up and leave the comfort of his new office. A man stepped in, two guards stood at his side. The man took his sunglasses off and pushed them into the pocket of his navy suit.
"Hey, Tommy" he called out happily as his eyes set upon Tommy Vercetti. Tommy however seemed less than pleased. "Sonny" he replied the gun not leaving one of his firm hands. Sonny frowned, a little anger seeping through his cool exterior. "Is this how you greet old friends, Tommy" he asked looking at the gun carefully. Tommy scowled bitterly, "That's why you sent someone to kill me?" Sonny laughed coldly, something on the balcony caught his eye. It appeared like nothing more than a shadow but Sonny knew better. He shook his head, "Drop the gun Vercetti" He said threatening. Tommy dropped the gun to the ground obediently. The pair of them stood facing each other, like a western stand off. The two grunts next to Sonny pulled out pistol each and aimed it at Tommy's head. Sonny paused impatiently as if waiting for something or someone. He seemed extraordinary agitated. "Shoot him" he growled angrily. As the grunts tightened their grips on the trigger, the bang of two shots echoed through the air. The two muscled men jerked back suddenly as if they had received invisible punches to the head. Blood splattered across the marble floor as the two unsuspecting guards dropped to the ground. The remains of their skulls bounced once before they shattered leaving shards of blood stained bone over the floor. Handfuls of blood clotted hair stuck to the floor in a sickening mess.
Sonny had ducked the second that he had seen his men thrown back by an unforeseeable force. His hands where crossed above his head acting like a shield. Tommy had also flinched but managed to regain a calm exterior after he realized that the shots had not been aimed at him. Sonny moved his hands away from his head and glanced around. He pulled a handgun from a holster under his expensive jacket. Tommy did the exact same almost in unison. They stood facing each other furiously, both with guns aimed at each other chests.
"Drop the guns, Both of you!" a cold harsh voice threatened. Both men seemed to recognize the voice but dropped their weapons obediently. They looked around the room silently.
Kat stepped in front of a large window, casting a huge shadow over Sonny Forelli and Tommy Vercetti. A sniper riffle rested in her tense arms, her finger wrapped tightly around the trigger. Tommy looked up at her for a moment he could only see the curved silhouette. Kat moved the gun swiftly between the two, making sure that neither of them dared to move. Sonny coughed, clearing his throat importantly. He looked up at Kat calmly.
"Ah, Miss Saunders I have your money ready. $500 thousand as we agreed. Its in the car outside" he said in a polite yet somehow smug tone. She aimed the gun at Tommy's head for a moment before she turned the gun back to Sonny. Her face was cold and emotionless, "That amount of money is hardly going to save your life now" she said bitterly. Tommy didn't move, something didn't feel right. Sonny twitched, "You back stabbing bitch" he spat. Kat only smirked and adjusted her aim for a clean hit. Sonny seemed a little alarmed, "ok ok, err two million and that's my best offer". Kat seemed to consider this for a moment. She swiftly moved the gun and aimed at Tommy. He looked up at her, his eyes showed disappointment for a split second before it was replaced with hatred. Kat shook her head slowly, "Business is business" she said a tinge of remorse crept into her voice. She took aim and fired a single shot, there was a thud as it hit its mark ringed in her ears. It was followed by silence and nothing more.