SAM AGOSTINO & SAL:
Samantha, sits on the couch watching T.V. the commercials are on, so instead of watching them she listens to music. She's calmed down but she still kind of has the shudders. Agostino had generously supplied her with lots of junk food, and Sal had given her tons of batteries for her CD player.
Agostino jumps onto a couch and lays down, putting his hands behind his head. The ads are over and Sam watches the Simpsons crunching on Cheetos.
Agostino lights up a cigarette and puts it in his mouth, this catches Sam's attention. Agostino smiles, "Want a cigarette?"
"Sure." she says moving closer over to his couch.
"Give me one good reason why I should give a cigarette to a fourteen- year-old and I'll give it to ya'."
"How about 'cause you already offered it to me?"
"Well damn, that is a good reason... isn't it Sal?"
"What?!" Sal says confused, he's half asleep.
"...Well... I don't think I'm going to give it to you anyway."
"Why not?"
"Because I love you, and I don't want to see anything bad happen to you."
"You don't love me, you don't even know me."
"I know your father," he says puffing on the cigarette, "and I like him, so that makes us brothers. If he's my brother than you're my niece, I don't want anything bad to happen to my niece." he says all of this like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
He chews gum while smoking his cigarette.
"Why don't you take the gum out of your mouth when you smoke?"
"It's nicotine gum," he says smiling, "it's supposed to help me quit."
TRENT 8-BALL FIDO & FIDELIO:
Triad Massassination Part I:
8-ball, Trent, are in the front of a Triad Fish van, Fidelio is in the back with all the guns and ammunition, and Fido is close behind driving his freshly painted Banshee. They had done the bodyshop work on his car unrealistically fast, and he wondered if it wasn't a completely different car alltogether.
8-ball laughs to himself a little, "That's not your little girl is it?"
"What, w...What the fuck do you mean by that?"
"Motherfucka' the last time you told me what your age was you said TWENTY-FOUR, if you're twenty-four that can't be your daughter. Besides she don't look half Mexican to me."
"You got to learn to read between the lines 8-ball my friend," he says turning the wheel "I never actually told you I was twenty-four, that's what I wrote down when they handed out all those contracts for Liberty City survivor, you just assumed because I wrote that that it was actually my age. I fabricated it a little so I could get on the show."
"Why the fuck would you do that?"
Trent takes his hands off the wheel momentarily and starts waving them around, "We're here aren't WE!?"
"Well, you look twenty-four... What's your real age?"
"Twenty-seven-"
"Holy shit! That's not a big difference you know?"
"She was born when I was almost fourteen, that was probably the biggest mistake of my life..." he ads "aside from this shit..." reffering to 'the life' he's chosen. "I figured they'd put me on the show if I was younger, which reminds me how did they pick you."
"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? I have BOMB EXPERT written all over my police files, who the hell else were they gonna' pick."
"Okay, this is the place." Trent says pointing to the familiar Triad Fish company, they were now in Portland. They have to do a review before starting the mission, They gather up on the side of the Fish van.
"Okay, Me and Fido are going to go in shooting. 8-ball, you plant bombs, I know you're not too good with guns so you've got Uzis and two nine millemeter Barrettas, they're altered to fire like submachineguns so you should have no problem blowing back Triad skulls. Fidelio your job is to survey the area for Diablo's wearing red bandannas, El Burro said that specifically rogue Diablo's have RED bandannas, if you see one wearing blue you call him over to help. Any questions?"
Fidelio raises his hand.
"Yeah."
"Yeah, how come my job sucks!?"
"Anything else?"
"Got any food? I didn't get any fuckin' breakfast?"
"No."
8-ball takes a candy bar out of his pocket and throws it to Fidelio, "Must be your lucky day."
"Mmm. Snickers, my favorite." They liked to screw around before missions to relieve tension, it worked, but not too well.
Fidelio was the guy who was fully strapped, he had more guns than a U.S. Marine. Supposedly there was a huge supply of cash stashed inside the Triad's hidout somewhere, Tony happily supplied them with Mobsters in black vans who would show up after the Triads where mostly taken care of. It was like a demented easter egg hunt, the person who finds the cash gets half of what's left after the other's amounts are tabulated.
Trent and 8-ball get back into the Fish van, they drive up to the gigantic metal fence, a Triad leans in, it quickly becomes obvious to them that driving up in the Fish van might not have been that good of an idea. Trent knows this he's dressed in a Mob suit and a long overcoat, just to look cool he matches it with a white scarf, his homage to old school gangsters and movies like The Godfather.
He sticks his gun up against the side of the door and blasts holes through it shredding metal and Triad flesh. He kicks it open and runs for the gate it shuts quickly and his hand almost gets caught in it.
"SHIT!" He runs to the passanger side of the truck, "8-ball?"
"Yeah?"
"Plan B, you got to blow open the fence."
"No problem." 8-ball jumps out of the truck, and moves to the back to get his equipment. Trent fires through the fence, when the first shots went off all hell broke loose. 8-ball gets all of his stuff and comes around to the front of the truck. "You want to move it?" He says referring to the truck.
"Fuck it, just blow it up!"
"I need more cover."
"FIDO!"
Fido is responsive, he runs for the gate. He curves his hand around the corner and pulls the trigger to his shotgun. "AAAHHH!" He knows he's gotten somebody but he doesn't know who.
He keeps blasting shotgun shells through the fence, obliterating the Chinese Triads.
8-ball looks up, "RUN!"
They all bolt as far away as possible. - - Fidelio, runs towards the front of the fence, then he notices a bomb planted near the front of the fence, "WHAT THE FUCK!" He storms through grass and foliage towards the dock waters. He jumps in, it keeps him from getting hurt but he didn't have to do it anyway, he would have been far enough away without jumping into the waters.
'BOOOOOOOOM!' The explosion rocks the ground tearing a huge gap in the black gate. 8-ball Trent and Fido quickly move in. A very large number of Triads had died in the explosion. There aren't many left at all. One Triad shoots out from a corner. Fido aims his shotgun and fires, debris sprays off the concrete walls and drifts to the ground slowly, like a cloud. The Triad falls from his corner into view a massive gaping hole in his stomach.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! A new firing comes from somewhere behind them, when they turn around and fire each one of them has gotten a single man. Trent walks over to the bodies, he kneels down and picks up a gun. A massive truck roars past 8-ball and Fido almost getting them both killed. They angrily fire rounds at the truck. It gets close to Trent, he fires a hole into the tire and it crashes head on into a wall, the Triad inside smashes through the windshield his body folding like an acordian when he hits the wall, and his head cracking open like an egg when he hits the wall.
8-ball cringes, even after that crazy chainsaw shit he still couldn't believe how disgusting stuff like that was.
"Lets go find this money."
Samantha, sits on the couch watching T.V. the commercials are on, so instead of watching them she listens to music. She's calmed down but she still kind of has the shudders. Agostino had generously supplied her with lots of junk food, and Sal had given her tons of batteries for her CD player.
Agostino jumps onto a couch and lays down, putting his hands behind his head. The ads are over and Sam watches the Simpsons crunching on Cheetos.
Agostino lights up a cigarette and puts it in his mouth, this catches Sam's attention. Agostino smiles, "Want a cigarette?"
"Sure." she says moving closer over to his couch.
"Give me one good reason why I should give a cigarette to a fourteen- year-old and I'll give it to ya'."
"How about 'cause you already offered it to me?"
"Well damn, that is a good reason... isn't it Sal?"
"What?!" Sal says confused, he's half asleep.
"...Well... I don't think I'm going to give it to you anyway."
"Why not?"
"Because I love you, and I don't want to see anything bad happen to you."
"You don't love me, you don't even know me."
"I know your father," he says puffing on the cigarette, "and I like him, so that makes us brothers. If he's my brother than you're my niece, I don't want anything bad to happen to my niece." he says all of this like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
He chews gum while smoking his cigarette.
"Why don't you take the gum out of your mouth when you smoke?"
"It's nicotine gum," he says smiling, "it's supposed to help me quit."
TRENT 8-BALL FIDO & FIDELIO:
Triad Massassination Part I:
8-ball, Trent, are in the front of a Triad Fish van, Fidelio is in the back with all the guns and ammunition, and Fido is close behind driving his freshly painted Banshee. They had done the bodyshop work on his car unrealistically fast, and he wondered if it wasn't a completely different car alltogether.
8-ball laughs to himself a little, "That's not your little girl is it?"
"What, w...What the fuck do you mean by that?"
"Motherfucka' the last time you told me what your age was you said TWENTY-FOUR, if you're twenty-four that can't be your daughter. Besides she don't look half Mexican to me."
"You got to learn to read between the lines 8-ball my friend," he says turning the wheel "I never actually told you I was twenty-four, that's what I wrote down when they handed out all those contracts for Liberty City survivor, you just assumed because I wrote that that it was actually my age. I fabricated it a little so I could get on the show."
"Why the fuck would you do that?"
Trent takes his hands off the wheel momentarily and starts waving them around, "We're here aren't WE!?"
"Well, you look twenty-four... What's your real age?"
"Twenty-seven-"
"Holy shit! That's not a big difference you know?"
"She was born when I was almost fourteen, that was probably the biggest mistake of my life..." he ads "aside from this shit..." reffering to 'the life' he's chosen. "I figured they'd put me on the show if I was younger, which reminds me how did they pick you."
"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? I have BOMB EXPERT written all over my police files, who the hell else were they gonna' pick."
"Okay, this is the place." Trent says pointing to the familiar Triad Fish company, they were now in Portland. They have to do a review before starting the mission, They gather up on the side of the Fish van.
"Okay, Me and Fido are going to go in shooting. 8-ball, you plant bombs, I know you're not too good with guns so you've got Uzis and two nine millemeter Barrettas, they're altered to fire like submachineguns so you should have no problem blowing back Triad skulls. Fidelio your job is to survey the area for Diablo's wearing red bandannas, El Burro said that specifically rogue Diablo's have RED bandannas, if you see one wearing blue you call him over to help. Any questions?"
Fidelio raises his hand.
"Yeah."
"Yeah, how come my job sucks!?"
"Anything else?"
"Got any food? I didn't get any fuckin' breakfast?"
"No."
8-ball takes a candy bar out of his pocket and throws it to Fidelio, "Must be your lucky day."
"Mmm. Snickers, my favorite." They liked to screw around before missions to relieve tension, it worked, but not too well.
Fidelio was the guy who was fully strapped, he had more guns than a U.S. Marine. Supposedly there was a huge supply of cash stashed inside the Triad's hidout somewhere, Tony happily supplied them with Mobsters in black vans who would show up after the Triads where mostly taken care of. It was like a demented easter egg hunt, the person who finds the cash gets half of what's left after the other's amounts are tabulated.
Trent and 8-ball get back into the Fish van, they drive up to the gigantic metal fence, a Triad leans in, it quickly becomes obvious to them that driving up in the Fish van might not have been that good of an idea. Trent knows this he's dressed in a Mob suit and a long overcoat, just to look cool he matches it with a white scarf, his homage to old school gangsters and movies like The Godfather.
He sticks his gun up against the side of the door and blasts holes through it shredding metal and Triad flesh. He kicks it open and runs for the gate it shuts quickly and his hand almost gets caught in it.
"SHIT!" He runs to the passanger side of the truck, "8-ball?"
"Yeah?"
"Plan B, you got to blow open the fence."
"No problem." 8-ball jumps out of the truck, and moves to the back to get his equipment. Trent fires through the fence, when the first shots went off all hell broke loose. 8-ball gets all of his stuff and comes around to the front of the truck. "You want to move it?" He says referring to the truck.
"Fuck it, just blow it up!"
"I need more cover."
"FIDO!"
Fido is responsive, he runs for the gate. He curves his hand around the corner and pulls the trigger to his shotgun. "AAAHHH!" He knows he's gotten somebody but he doesn't know who.
He keeps blasting shotgun shells through the fence, obliterating the Chinese Triads.
8-ball looks up, "RUN!"
They all bolt as far away as possible. - - Fidelio, runs towards the front of the fence, then he notices a bomb planted near the front of the fence, "WHAT THE FUCK!" He storms through grass and foliage towards the dock waters. He jumps in, it keeps him from getting hurt but he didn't have to do it anyway, he would have been far enough away without jumping into the waters.
'BOOOOOOOOM!' The explosion rocks the ground tearing a huge gap in the black gate. 8-ball Trent and Fido quickly move in. A very large number of Triads had died in the explosion. There aren't many left at all. One Triad shoots out from a corner. Fido aims his shotgun and fires, debris sprays off the concrete walls and drifts to the ground slowly, like a cloud. The Triad falls from his corner into view a massive gaping hole in his stomach.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! A new firing comes from somewhere behind them, when they turn around and fire each one of them has gotten a single man. Trent walks over to the bodies, he kneels down and picks up a gun. A massive truck roars past 8-ball and Fido almost getting them both killed. They angrily fire rounds at the truck. It gets close to Trent, he fires a hole into the tire and it crashes head on into a wall, the Triad inside smashes through the windshield his body folding like an acordian when he hits the wall, and his head cracking open like an egg when he hits the wall.
8-ball cringes, even after that crazy chainsaw shit he still couldn't believe how disgusting stuff like that was.
"Lets go find this money."