AGOSTINO & SAL:

Agostino and Sal walk fearlessly through Triad territory, It's still reletively close to Tony's boys so the two of them feel safe. Agostino lights a cigarette, chewing on his gum.

"You're going to get killed doin' that shit." Sal says to his brother.
"So sue me... Where're we goin' now?"

"Uhh... Tony said somethin' about takin' somebody out... a major Red Jack's leader."

"Oh yeah?" he says releasing a plume of smoke, "So why're we walking?"

"Cuz' he lives here." They stop at one of many very dirty and disheveled brick apartment buildings. Sal takes out his guns, two Colt Pythons.

"Really? What's his name?" Agostino says, he crushes his cigarette beneath his foot and pulls out a Desert Eagle.

"Who cares?"

"I asked didn't I?"

"Trory Williams. He sets up jobs for D-Ice's men, Ice himself is creative enough to come up with better ones, but his business has been doin' so well lately that he just lets Trory come up with them."

"What does that got to do with The Family?"

"We got to show em' who's boss. They don't fuck with the Mafia." Sal says loading his gun.

"What floor does he live on."

"This one."

They open up the door and step inside the building, the inside is the opposite of the outside, the carpet is clean, a coffee table with magazines, an untouched light fixture, even the walls are bare from graffiti.

They step past the counter. When they finally get to Trory's room, no one is there, in fact it looks like no one's been there in days. They walk back out into the lobby.

"What a waste of our fuckin' time." Agostino says putting his gun away.

"Maybe not..." Sal says pointing to the door, their target; Trory walks through the door. His eyes widen as he spots the two Mobsters in his apartment building. Sal raises his gun to fire but is interupted by the exploding wall behind him. The man at the counter is firing rounds at Sal and Agostino, the two of them bolt into the hallway, and kick down a door. When they close the door, it looks fine from outside, Sal leans against it keeping it from swinging open.

"What do you wanna' do?" Agostino asks his brother.

"Ssshhh" Sal peeks through the door's viewing hole, the man at the counter is checking all the rooms quickly, trying to figure out which one they're in, he gets to the one across from them.

"Bingo..." Sal whispers, he pulls the trigger six times on his Python unloading the entire gun in the man's back. The two of them slam through the door past the bloody corpse. They stop running when they get in the street in front of the building.

"Fuck! We lost the son of a bitch - You know how pissed Tony'll be if he finds out we lost'm."

They turn around around and spot a light blue Esperanto a couple yards away moving at a speeding pace, the car slams into Sal causing him to crash across the hood, the windshield cracks and Sal rolls across the entire car landing on the concrete behind it.

Agostino fires at the moving car hitting nothing but the trunk. Sal, bloody and injured, raises his gun and fires a single shot at the car, that extremely far off in the distance - stops.

Agostino runs over to his brother, "Oh my god! Are you okay."

"I hit'm." Sal says smiling.

"What?" Agostino looks behind him at the distant Esperanto, it seems much too far away for that to be true, "That's not fucking possible."

"Hey man I'm fine... Just get me out of the fuckin' road and you can see for yourself."

Agostino grabs his brother's arms and drags him from the street onto the sidewalk, then he jogs over to the Esperanto, he gets close enough to see the inside of the car, it's covered in blood, when he looks at Trory's head he can see a bullet hole that landed directly in the middle of the back of his skull.

When Agostino gets half-way between the car and his brother he screams, "THAT'S THE BEST FUCKIN' SHOT I'VE EVER SEEN MAN!" Immediately after finishing his sentence a blue Banshee smashes into the Esperanto. Two men A mobster and a man wearing a leather Jacket, exit the vehicle and run towards the water.

Agostino figures the two men are probably Fidelio and Fido. A cop car slides across the wet grass and slams into the Banshee. Three more cop cars appear and a raging gunfight begins. Agostino realizes something more's going on when he spots a Rumpo XL Join in on the chaos. Six Red Jacks jump into the action.

Agostino runs to his brother. Sal is lying on the ground with several dead Triads close by.

"What the fuck happened?"

"They were comin' after me man! Fuckin' chicken shits! I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't showed up now, I just ran out of goddamn bullets."

Agostino lifts his brother up off the ground, "Can you walk?"

"Of course I can fuckin' walk I ain't crippled!"

Agostino lets go of his brother. Sal watches the world fade into darkness, his head numb. He's not unconscious, but he's dizzy and disoriented, he falls backwards, his head slamming onto the brick wall behind him as he slides to the ground.

"Okay... Maybe I can't walk." he says adjusting his sunglasses.

"Fuck... You stay here."

"I'm gonna' fuckin' die if you leave me here man! Goddamn are you stupid or somethin!?"

"Well I'm tryin' to figure this fuckin' shit out MAN!"

A Taxi drives up next to the two of them and Agostino runs for it, yanking on the door handle.

"Get out of the fuckin' Taxi!" He screams at the driver.

The Taxi driver screams wildly like a complete idiot, he acts crazy and pulls Agostino's hair.

"Aaahh! Motherfucker!" Agostino's gun goes off sending a bullet through the Cab driver's shoulder. He shoots him in the same place a second time, and the man starts crying like a little girl.

"Shut the fuck up!" Agostino punches the cab driver in the face and grabs him by the collar with one hand slamming him to the ground, dragging him away from the Taxi.

"You stay there - son of a bitch." he says pointing his gun at the man.

Still holding his gun he drags his brother towards the passanger side of the car, the taxi driver gets up heading for the car. Without letting go of his brother Agostino fires three shots at the cab driver who finally withdraws.

Agostino drops his brother in the taxi and sits in the bloody seat next to him. He takes out another Desert Eagle and hands it to Sal. "Here. Trust me, in this situation you'll need it."

FIDO & FIDELIO:

Fidelio and Fido walk into Liberty City Bank unmasked, and holding shotguns. Fido has a Spaz 12, while Fidelio carries a sawed-off. Fido walks in and 'BOOM!' fires a hole through the security guard. Blood spews across the brown flowered wallpaper.

They'd made the impression they'd wanted. Fidelio steps up to the counter "Hi, I'd like to make a withdrawl."

The woman at the counter reaches her hand under the desk, 'Stupid bitch!' Fidelio thinks to himself, he slams the front of the barrel onto the womans mouth. It cracks up against her teeth and cuts her gums.

Blood drips across the counter as he drags her over the oak crashing her onto the tan carpet. Her mouth bleeds, and she cries painfully.

"You think I'm fuckin' around here? You or anyone touches that goddamn button and you get a bullet! Stop being such a fuckin' baby! You wanna' keep cryin' bitch? You did that to yourself."

A man runs for the door and Fido blasts him in the back of the right leg. The man falls onto the sidewalk, barely outside the bank. Fido runs over and drags him by his foot placing him in the middle of the room. Fido looks at the other viewing patrons, and slams his sneaker into the man's wound.

Fidelio comes out of nowhere holding bags of money. "Come on Fido, let's get the fuck out of here!"

A man behind a counter presses a button and an alarm goes off. Fido looses his temper and fires holes through the oak. The man falls screaming, Fido looks through the holes in the counter. He's slouched in the fetal position holding his crotch. Blood everywhere. The man lets out peircing violent screams.

Fido and Fidelio run for the glass door blasting holes through them running for Fido's blue Banshee.

The two of them jump inside and Fido takes the wheel, Fidelio spots a Rumpo XL through the rearview mirror. The Rumpo XL was the Red Jack's vehicle of choice, white with flames painted on.

Fido steps on the gas and the two of them take off, the cops show up not far behind chasing them down the street. Fidelio leans out of the car and fires his shotgun at one of the police cars, he hits the hood. It's a terribly weak shot, the sawed off won't do.

Fidelio reaches over and grabs Fido's Spaz 12 and leans out of the car again blasting shells at the cop car. It catches fire and stops in the middle of the steet, another police vehicle slams into the back of it. The first car errupts, and sets the second one on fire.

They skid around the corner Fidelio drops the shotgun and snatches two forty-fives from his coat, he stands with his knees on the seat facing the police behind them. He pumps one of the police officers full of lead, the car clips another police car then it swerves into the grass approaching a big concrete structure that is shaped almost like a ramp, the car flies up it sloppily, it flips slamming into the ground crushing the roof. The second police officer; the one that wasn't driving, is crushed by his own cruiser.

Fido fires at the far off Rumpo with his eyes off the road. He turns back and sees a light blue Esperanto he doesn't even have time to step on the breaks before they slam into it, the ripping metal roaring loudly. The crashing sound was deafening and Fidelio grips his teeth even through all the fear.

Their air bags had appherently saved them, neither of them even have minor injuries. The bags quickly deflate and Fidelio tugs on Fido's Jacket.

"Come on! We got to get the fuck out of here."

Fido runs around the car grabbing the money.

"Come on! Come on!"

The train flies above their heads as Fidelio runs for the water, Fido is right behind him but stops the second they get to the water.

"Jump in!" Fidelio screams. "Come on get in the fuckin' water!"

Fido raises his eyebrows, eyes wide, he shakes his head. Fido doesn't seem as much afraid, as much as he seems to think Fidelio is stupid. Fidelio grabs Fido's chest with his left hand, and the collar in back of his neck with his right, trying to push him into the water. Fido socks Fidelio in the chest knocking him onto the ground.

"You can't fuckin' swim!?" Fidelio asks him annoyed and amazed at the same time.

Fido shakes his head.

"FUCK! COME ON MOTHERFUCKER'S!" Fidelio blasts the hell out of the police cars, one of them tearing towards them takes a bullet through the tire. The car tilts and the wheel just barely misses Fido's head as the bumper meets the concrete, it flips wildly soaring into the water.

"That was the craziest fuckin' thing I've ever seen!"
Fido takes his sawed off shotgun and blasts a police officer to bits. His partner makes a futile attempt to call for backup, which is - unbeknownst to him - not going to arrive.

A blast of pellets crashes into the police cruiser's door killing the police officer that was calling for help. A Taxi pulls up in the middle of the action. Desert Eagles come out of the windows and blast the hell out of the remaining police officers recreating the color of the grass from green to red.

The six Red Jacks had been dealing more with the cops as well, now that that factor was eliminated they head for the Mobsters, and vise versa.

One of the Red Jack's runs towards Fido and Fidelio firing his Uzi at them. They are too spooked to do anything about it. BLAM! A bloody hole bursts like a pimple from the Jack's chest. He looks at the wound, then raises his Uzi again trying to take someone with him. BLAM!BLAM!BLAM! He falls and Sal stands behind him holding a smoking Desert eagle in his right hand, and his stomach with his left. He falls softly onto the grass. By the open Taxi door.

Agostino slides over the hood of the car. As the driver of the Rumpo is exiting Agostino blows him to bits. He falls back into the van next to the seat, he slides back down to the ground. Agostino runs for the van.

A Red Jack runs towards the Taxi grabbing Sal by his tie dragging him away from the gunfight.

"Come on mothafucka' you're comin' with me!"

Sal reaches above his head pointing the Desert Eagle at the man's face, he takes it out of Sal's hand effortlessly.

"Thank's don't mind if I do!" He takes the huge gun and cracks it up against Sal's head.

"...No..." Sal manages to groan.

The combined sound of bullets slipping through flesh and the violent metal crash of shotgun pellets hitting metal echoe in Sal's head. A shotgun blast comes towards the Red Jack that had been taking Sal away, it spreads from the top of his chest to the bottom of his stomach and rips two holes in the Taxi next to him. Blood soars from the Jack's wounds as his legs fly up into the air. He lands, lifeless, just above Sal's head.

Sal groggily looks above him at the body, then at his feet. Fido Approaches holding his shotgun, he pumps a shell out of the gun. Smiles at his handy-work then walks away.

Fidelio grabs Agostino and drags him towards the Rumpo as the gunfighting continues in the streets.

Sal is loaded into the van, he tries to sit up. A flurry of bullets tears through van, above his head. He decides against sitting up, and instead slowches down lower. Fido gets in holding his shotgun, Fidelio follows. Closing one door behind him The other one he leaves open. Fido slams his fist up against the wall and the van starts moving.

Sal watches the two men get their shotguns ready, he decides to do as they do. He aims his Desert Eagle, preparing, focused.

The van rattles away from the scene, Red Jacks fall but it's almost impossible to tell which ones are dying. One of the Red Jacks head snaps back blood spraying above his face.

Sal lowers his gun as he realizes that he's gotten another perfect shot off. He smiles pushing up his sunglasses as Fidelio closes the second door.

TRENT & 8-BALL:

Trent and 8-ball's job was a similar job to Agostino and Sal's. Given to them by El Burro, they were to take out a big Columbian SPANK dealer named Augustus Armando.

Trent sits on the top of the roof near Portland Harbor, 8-ball next to him holding binoculars.

"Hey..." 8-ball says to Trent, "I've been in a situation just like this before. Well not just like this, me and my boy Fido were in some serious shit man. I had to plant a bomb on a boat in the harbor. While he sniped Columbians off one by one."

"Yeah... I bet you n' Fido've been through a lot of shit."

"Naw man, Fido's freelance. Frankly I'm surprised the motherfucker still hangs around us. - You know what I'm sayin'?"

"Yeah I guess. Where is he now."

"Doin' a job for Tony, he's bustin' Liberty City Bank with Fidelio."

"Didn't Fido get caught robbin' a bank?"

"Yeah but you know our dog's fearless, he'll do any job more than once - besides, he ain't got some stupid bitch there to shoot him in the face."

"You were right before about that rutheless shit that you said too. Him and Fidelio are the craziest sons of bitches I've ever seen."

"What about Sal man? That motherfucker creeps me out."

"Yeah well, it's his brother that's gettin' on my nerves."

"Agostino? Shit man, if I didn't know any better --"

Rain starts to come down harder than usual, 8-ball covers his head with his jacket, Trent doesn't react to it even though he is wearing a long black overcoat.

"-- If I didn't know any better I'd say that you had it in for that guy."

"Do you get the feeling he wants to date my daughter?" 8-ball starts laughing and Trent angrily cuts him off, "Don't fuckin' laugh. Do you get the feeling he wants to date her."

"That's some scary shit you're talkin' about bro, at least... to me it is. That's just fuckin' disgusting."

"They both act like it, and it's scaring the hell out of me."

The two are met with an awkward silence that lasts four minutes.

"I'm glad we left her with Tony." Trent breaks the silence, but 8-ball continues it by simply shaking his head.

They wait patiently for the arrival of Augustus Armando, he finally arrives three hours later in a Cartel Cruiser. He exits walking towards a large boat, he hands a dockworker a shitload of money and talks to some of his men. Trent takes off his overcoat and rubs off the drops of rain that are blocking his view, then he uses it as a cover, realizing the error of his ways. But he's fine now, the lense is clean and Augustus is right in front of him, all he has to do is be patient and pull the trigger.

"Shoot em' man. - What the fuck are you waitin' for?"

"Shut up. You've never done this before." Trent says to 8-ball.

"And you have?"

"Uh-huh." Trent says squeezing on the trigger. He pulls it and Augustus moves, the bullet hits the boat right next to his face. The Columbians examine the bullet hole, confused. When they realize what's going on all of the Columbians get their guns ready, searching the area. Augustus himself runs into the boat and takes off.

"Fuck! - 8-ball man, I told you not to rush me!"

He picks off one of the Cartel sending a bullet through his head, the impact spatter is tremendous.

"Holy fuckin' shit! Did you see that?" 8-ball says laughing.

"Yeah... I saw it." he says taking out another one. This seems to give away their position, and the Cartels fire at them. The only thing that Trent can think to do is panic. "8-ball they got us man, we're fucked!"

8-ball gets up and runs making it to the steps in time he pulls out two semi-automatic Barrettas and starts firing back at the Columbians, he hits one of them. He never thought he would have, he always considered himself to be a lousy shot, and the Cartels were as fearless as Fido.

He bolts down the stairs clanging with every step. He finds the Mafia Sentinal that they had came in, and jumps inside, he sits impatiently awaiting the arrival of his partner in crime. Bullets blindingly rip through the car 8-ball scrambles out staying low. He fires like a maniac at the Cartel, avoiding any kind of aiming, he just waves his arms in that direction firing his guns. He hits him and runs for the corpse trying to get a hold of a machinegun. The 'corpse' rises, uninjured. A bullet proof vest had protected him.

The Columbian fires rounds at 8-ball who runs around the corner, another Columbian stands right there, he quickly points the gun at the Cartel's head emptying bullets under his chin. He heads for a Triad Fish Van. His guns explodes unloading into the door of the truck killing the Triad inside.

He jumps inside the fish van and takes off towards Tony's place, leaving Trent behind. 'Fuck that was a stupid thing to do.' he says to himself, slamming his fist into the steering wheel.

'What the hell happened to Trent?'