The Crew:

AGOSTINO & SAL

The light morning rain dances outside the window of Tony's Shoreside Vale home. Agostino gets out of his bed and opening it, leans out the window. The clouds seem painted impressionist style of black and gray, not a single shred of blue in sight. The light falling rain, makes the viewing more ominous, like the world fell into darkness and Liberty was the center for the apocolypse.

'God doesn't it ever stop raining,' he thinks to himself his arm outstretched.

The rain reminded him of a job he had done in a place called Rain City, he did his first big job there, with his cousins, and the experience was almost enough so that the two brothers were prepared for Liberty City.

Agostino walks down the hallway towards the bathroom, he looks into Trent's room. He jumps for a second, he had thought at first that Trent was in the bed with 8-ball. After closer inspection he realized that 8-ball was in Trent's room, and Trent himself was nowhere to be found.

He continues down the hallway, the smooth sleek hardwood floor creeking beneath him. A hand emerges in front of Agostino. Sal is behind him, he reaches around Agostino with his left hand and pushes him against the wall, not violently or roughly but he is being suggestively intimidating.

Agostino looks Sal up and down, he's still completely dressed in his now wrinkled black suit, his hair ruffled, what really stood out was his pair of brand new sunglasses, the only thing he was wearing currently that was not completely disheveled.

"What do want?"

"You're startin' to freak me out with this whole thing about Sam."

"What're you talkin' about?"

Sal pushes him again, harder against the wall with his left hand. His right hand is still at his side. "You KNOW what I'm talkin about man!" Sal says barely keeping his voice at a whisper, "You're acting like some kind of Romeo."
"With Sam? No WAY she's a kid man!"

"News flash Mr.Nico in Romeo and Juliet, Juliet is fourteen years old."

"What the hell does that have to do with anything? I told you I ain't tryin' to pull shit!"

"YES you ARE man! Goddamn it's creepy!"

"Listen man, I don't give a flyin' fuck what your opinion is on this particular matter, now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go take a piss."

Sal doesn't let him leave, he pushes him against the wall again.

"-You know you're really starting to annoy the shit out of me with this pushing thing!"

"If I see anything else that I think is suggestive or disturbing, I'll shoot you myself." Sal says finally removing his hand from Agostino.

"Thanks officer." Agostino says sarcastically walking towards the bathroom.

FIDELIO:

Fidelio walks into the living room, adjusting his tie. He spots Trent asleep on the couch. Fidelio was an insomniac, and he is envious of Trent's coma-like sleep. He grabs his keys from off of a little dresser in the living room and heads out the door.

His phone rings as he's walking towards his Mafia Sentinal, he presses the button putting the phone to his ear.

"Yeah?"

"Who is this?"

"Who the fuck is this." Fidelio says opening up his car door.

"El Burro. Who is this?"

"Fidelio Gerodi."

"Fidelio, I've called to warn you and Tony of a very disrupting develepoment."

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Fidelio puts his hand on the keys in the ignition but he doesn't turn them, he keeps his hand there waiting for a reply.

"Marvin has done his job, but the cop he told was a rat and somehow overnight our friends, the Red Jacks got wind of the situation.

"The Red Jacks? What have they got to do with anything?"

"Good luck Fidelio."

The phone clicks, and the dial-tone rises up, El Burro was gone. Fidelio throws the cell on the floor of the car, he stares at it for a second thinking about what the phone call could mean. Then he ignores it, he turns the key in the ignition puts his foot on the gas.

Before he can even press down on the peddle a loud crash comes from his left side. Tiny shards of broken glass shower him. He spits warm, blood covered peices of glass on the dashboard. Fidelio looks up just in time to see two hands reach in from outside and grab him.

The hands violently tug him from inside the car dropping him onto the ground. He catches a glimpse of a Red Jack standing over him with a baseball bat. Fidelio defensively raises his hands and the bat crashes down on his forearms. Fidelio shifts around screaming.

"AHHH! Aahh! FUCK!"

"You think you're smart BITCH! FUCK YOU!" the man's foot jolts forward slamming hard into Fidelio's abdomen.

"What the......fuck do you...want?"

"Shut the fuck up!" The Red Jack brings the baseball bat down again on Fidelio's ribs. The sound of the bat was much quieter than the pain felt from impact. Fidelio couldn't believe how much it hurt. His ribs felt like they were burning, and he hadn't the energy to get the rest of the sharp tacs of glass from his mouth.

"Attack me like a fuckin' pussy? You want to start a war asshole?"

"You're starting this war, you blame the Red Jacks for your shit? --"

"I'm gonna' kill you motherfucker!" Fidelio says, wanting to skip through the gangster's bullshit.

"What!? Motherfucker I'm gonna kill yo--"

The Red Jack jerks backwards, bullets piercing his upper body, bloody fragments spreading out across the parking lot. The Red Jack lays on the concrete in a pool of his own blood, five bullets in his chest and stomach. He's alive but barely, clinging to life and consciousness.

"Told you..." Fidelio says. He stumbles getting to his feet. Leaning on the Sentinal, he spits glass onto the Red Jacks face, "...fucker."

"What the hell is going on!?" Tony comes out of the house, holding his gun.

"Fuckin' Red Jacks man... You had the idea to set 'em up and now they know about it. Marvin musta' told the wrong guy.... This fuckin' pussy attacked me in my car!"

TRENT 8-BALL FIDO & SAM:

Trent and 8-ball sit in a Mafia Sentinal, Chatterbox plays from the speakers. Lazlow is having a very funny conversation about docor patient relationships in therapy. Sam finds the radio show to be unusual but hilarious. She sits in the back giggling at almost every word spoken.

Trent decides that the conversation on the air is getting a little too discriptive and turns it off, wanting to talk anyway.

"Sorry Sam, I want to talk to 8-ball for a little while."

"It's okay." She says pulling out a book with the title, 'The book of lists for teens.'

"So what'd you think of what happened to Fidelio?" Trent says turning to 8-ball.

"Don't know what to think. All I know is now we gotta' watch our asses even more. The best part is now if you see red, you can be ready."

"Hey that's right huh? I never noticed that. The Diablos wear red bandannas, and the Red Jacks want revenge. - Hey have you ever met D-Ice?"

"No, but I know what he looks like. He never wears his gang colors, some people say it's because he thinks he's above the rest of them."

"What're you readin' Sam."

"This book I bought before I left, it's just a book of lists."

"A book of lists?" 8-ball says amused, "How the heck could that be interesting?"

"Want an example?"

"Sure."
"Nothing in the english language ryhmes with purple, silver, month, or orange."

"Is it true?"

"Yep."

"What else do they have in there?" 8-ball says gaining interest.

"They're basically just a bunch of useless facts, some of them teach you stuff that's useful, but most of them are just fun. Like did you know the guy who did the voice for Bugs Bunny was allergic to carrots?"
"Oh man that is weird!"

"But this one is my favorite, the Canadian two dollar bill has a picture of the American flag hanging over the Parlement Building."

'HHHHHNNNNNK', the horn blows loudly, "Watch it asshole!" Trent screams, a man had jumped in front of their car. He was aiming a gun, not at them, but they could see that he was pointing to their right. Screaming, the man was dressed in Yardie's style gang colors. They watch the Yardie get blown to pieces in front of their car.

Four Red Jacks get in front of their Sentinal. Trent is worried, but only about Sam, Fido was in his Banshee one car back. The Red Jacks examine the dead body of the Yardie, then they look searching the area. One Red Jack lays his eyes on Trent, sitting in the Sentinal.

"8-ball?" Trent says tensely, "This doesn't look good."

"Luck is on our side."

Trent could only pray that 8-ball was right. The Red Jack taps his partner on the arm and points cautiously to Trent, it was cautious, but very noticable.

Trent hits the gas, and the car rips forward, all of the Jacks make it out of the way except one. The man is pulled partly under the car and it slams into a brick wall. He's still alive his arms just barely above the car, the Jack starts firing bullets at Trent and 8-ball through the windshield. Both of them duck and make it out of the car.

Trent grabs his gun and swings open the back of the Sentinal and grabs Samantha by her shirt pulling her out. Bullets stack up on the seat where she had just been sitting. Trent steps over to the dying Red Jack, the man tries to move his arm enough to fire at Trent but he can't. Trent holds his gun up and fires continuously at the Jack's head and arms. The bullet's shells clanging on the ground signifying the end of the man's life.

8-ball watches a group of Red Jacks head in their dirction. He fires openly, in public, the sounds of screaming and barking dogs. The Jacks duck for a while and Trent grabs Samantha. 8-ball covers Fido as he heads towards them. Every step Fido takes is another bullet in the Red Jacks direction.

"This street is really fuckin' busy! The police'll be here soon!"
"I know," Trent says reloading his gun.

Fido nods his head. Trent looks at him, then Sam. "Fido take Samantha somewhere safe! Me and 8-ball will distract them."
Sam doesn't much like the idea of going with Fido, he seemed a little unfeeling at times, but after seeing the way that Agostino and Sal acted, she had trouble believing that her dad would put her with anyone who might be a dangerous person to her.

Fido literally lifts Sam up off of the ground and starts running. 8-ball and Trent's distraction? Both of them start firing bullets at the Red Jacks emptying entire clips, Until Sam was out of their view.

Trent turns to 8-ball, "Every man for himself. Agreed?"

"Cool." 8-ball says cocking his gun.

Trent just barely notices an 8-ball that is seemingly painted on 8-ball's silver fourty five, on the side next to the hammer. He laughs to himself as he begins to run forward, 8-ball was so superstitous that is sometimes got to Trent how ridiculous those things were.

Trent stumbles as a group of bikers approach, bikers as in; people on bicycles. He slams into one of them awkwardly knocking the man over. The biker simply gets up cursing, he tosses his bike, but not at Trent. The Jacks get closer to Trent and 8-ball, and they start firing. Two bikers get in the Red Jacks line of fire and are indiscriminately gunned down in the street. "Oh my god someone call an Ambulance!" A man screams in the background.

'What the hell is all this shit for?' 8-ball asks himself, he realizes that it probably isn't the time and that he can bitch and moan about it later. But as he continues, he can't get it out of his mind, somehow it sticks with him, in the back of his mind.

They pass through a rounded archway and Trent enters the building holding the door open for 8-ball who slides in frantically, his feet slipping on the tile floor. Trent closes the double doors and the two of them realize they are both still holding pistols.

"What the hell is this place?" 8-ball whispers to Trent, eyeing his right side.

The two men stand facing each other, the door is to Trent's right and 8-ball's left.

Trent looks to his left, there is a huge hallway filled with lockers that follow the direction of his left shoulder. Ahead of him, and behind 8-ball, is another hallway with lockers on both sides. The lockers following Trent's shoulder only have them on the left side. On the right side are some pillars and a small resting room complete with a couch carpet and T.V.

"Well 8-ball, It seems we have stumbled upon the LCC." LCC, Liberty City College. Trent couldn't believe that they were standing in Liberty City College. Several students sit on the couch, watching T.V. most of them have their attention focused on the two men holding guns.

8-ball looks at one of the kids, a red haired girl, "Don't worry," he says holding his gun up, but not pointing, "we ain't gonna hurt ya'." This seems to mildly calm the students down.

Trent's voice emminates from a distant room, "8-ball, can you help me in here?"

A desk comes flying through a doorway and slamming into the lockers, Trent pushes a huge wooden table through the door knocking it on it's side. The Jacks burst through the door and 8-ball has no choice he hides behind a pillar. Trent ducks behind the table. Bullets fire repeatedly at 8-ball, peices of concrete shredding and drifting to the floor below him. Most of the students get up and run down the only safe hallway, some are too scared to move. Trent stands up and fires, 'BAM!BAM!BAM!' a Jack's dead body slams into the double doors, spilling blood across them. Trent ducks as fast as he can.

Bullets fire through the table smoking holes lay beside Trent, 'This isn't going to fuckin' work!', he thinks frustrated.

8-ball sees his chance and takes his shot, he sends one of the Red Jacks into the next world, riddled with bullet holes courtesy of the lucky 8-ball. He manages to count the amount of Red Jacks left in the building at the entrance: two.

Without either one of the two of them lifting a finger gunshots spread out and the two Red Jacks remaining slump to the floor, blood covered carcasses. Fido had been in the Resting room the whole time, he'd taken Samantha there because he thought it would be safe. Trent and 8-ball never got a good look at either him or Sam through all the gawking college students. Now Fido was in clear view holding two gunpowder covered Uzis, shellcasings spread across the carpet. Samantha sits on the carpet next to one of the women, "Hi." she says rather happily. Fido motions with his hand, and a lot of the rest of the college kids get up and leave.

"Fido! That was fuckin' amazing man!"
"Always my savior!" 8-ball says patting Fido on the back.

Fido puts a hand on Samantha's shoulder and kind of 'places her' next to her dad.

Samantha looks up at Trent, "Dad, can I go here when I get out of High School? I have a feeling I would never be bored again." She says jokingly. Trent just pats her on the head as they leave the building, going to Tony's.