THE CREW:
Months after the Stuanton Island Plaza incident. Many - actually - all of Tony's Mobsters had no idea how the incident ever came about. All they knew was that some Cartel was picking fights with the Mob. Everyone was completely healed, it was almost a miracle, Fox had told them. 'You guys are tough, any normal person would have taken twice as long to heal.' He was truly amazed.
Many of them were packing for Vice City. Where Trent figures he'll be smiling, 8-ball waiting, and Fido loathing. Fidelio couldn't care less, he just hoped they didn't set him up with Fido. He got along more with Fido more than anyone else, the problem was whenever they were put on a job someone almost always ended up dead. It was just something that came along with the mixture, that's what happens when you put two combustable elements together.
Trent was pulling guns out of a bag, typical Mafia outfit on for the trip, along with his overcoat. He looks up at his daughter. She sits across the coach parellel to him. Wearing a mock suitjacket T-shirt, and black jeans, her legs crossed across the cussion. Watching him unload the bag, dumping hundreds of guns onto the floor.
"The airport has horrible security, but I'm still not bringing anything with me... Agostino told me - and I've been noticing, that you're a little more used to the gunfights. Like they don't phase you as much?"
She doesn't say anything she just nods.
"You're more used to it?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty used to it." She says nodding again.
Trent moves forward sitting next to her, he puts his arm around her. "Listen Sam, I know I do all of this -" he waves his arms at the guns, " - crap for a living. But I don't think you should get too used to it. You know what I mean? I don't want all of this 'stuff' for you. Some of these guys," he says pointing behind him, "are third, fourth, generation. See that? It's crazy. I don't want a second generation..."
"Dad, I can make decisions for myself."
"I'm sure you can," he says certainly, "but I'm hoping that's one that you don't make."
She stairs at him for a second, taking it all in. Then she reaches over and gives him a hug. "I won't."
They let go, "Promise me."
"Yeah, okay dad. I promise." She says laughing.
"Alright..." Trent stands up and moves towards the door, and 8-ball. "Hey 8-ball what's up man..." -
- Samantha head up the stairs to talk to Agostino, barefeet scrunching on the carpet. She skips to his room through the hallway and makes it to the door smiling. She puts her hand on the doorknob and it turns, without her moving it. Sal steps out, and takes a look at her through sunglasses. She can't see his eyes, the glasses were inpenatrable.
"Where you goin'?"
"I'm going to see Agostino."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
Sal grabs her by collar and pulls her through the hallway, "Hey what're you doing?"
He drags her into her room, then he throws her on the bed and shuts the door. "What the hell is your problem!" she says angrily, getting up.
"You're not going anywhere. Shut your ass up, and sit down.
He looks through the crack in her door and then locks it. She stands up shaking and moves towards the door. "I'm not afraid of you." She says bravely.
"Good. I wish you wouldn't be, it'd save us an awful lot of fuckin' time, but right now, you're shakin' like a leaf. It's offending me, I'm not gonna' hurt ya'... I sure as fuck ain't gonna' touch ya'. Matter of fact, the reason... that I'm so offended right now, is because that's why I brought you in here in the first place." he puts a cigarette between his lips. Then he shakes one out of the pack and aims it at her, "Want one?"
"No." she says shrugging one shoulder awkwardly.
"I don't suppose you've got a match... ah, doesn't matter I got one." He reaches inside his pocket and lights his cigarette. "You know?..." he says starting his point. "this whole goddamn thing between you and Agostino is really startin' to get under my skin. - Now I talked to him about it already, but I've never said anything to you, and I didn't wanna' mention it in front of your father 'case he's some kind of idiot who can't tell - or kill my brother if he knew or somethin' like that - but I have to mention something to you... 'cause this is important.
You're not in love with my brother, and while some might think it's okay to have a little crush on him or whatever, he's not a cuddly teddy bear either. What if I told you he was a child molester?"
"He's not."
"I know he's not, the question is: What if I told you that?"
"I don't know..."
"Would you've believe me?"
Her mouth opens but she doesn't say anything.
"No, you wouldn't, because you just said, 'He's not.' but you didn't know. Did you? He could have been, and you still trusted him. I know my brother, and I don't think he would... but don't let him touch you. 'Cause whoever touches who first, I don't give a shit who it is, my brother's loosin' teeth. Don't forget that." he opens up the door and takes one step forward -
"Sal..." she says almost teary eyed, even worse than before, "you scared me."
Sal's head turns towards her but he doesn't look, or turn his head all the way around, "...Sorry." his final word and then he shuts the door behind him, leaving her to herself. -
- Trent gets the rest of his stuff ready downstairs, when he's completely packed up he's approached by Agostino, coming down the stairs. He looks kind of jittery and nervous. Trent's cold stare wasn't helping any. Agostino's nervousness seem to highten with every breath.
"Trent... before you go. To Vice City, I gotta' ask you something."
"About?..." Trent says waiting.
Agostino lets out a breath, "Your daughter."
"Okay..." 'God if he says what I think he's gonna' say I'll shoot him right here and now.'
"Well you see, she's a great girl. I love being around her, It's a lot of fun and she's real energetic. We get along really well, and I think if you asked her what I'm about to ask you she'd say the same thing."
'Is this motherfucker serious, he's going to ask out my daughter to my face, he's fucked if he finishes this shit. Just walk away motherfucker, walk away!'
"I love her to death."
'That's it I'm gonna' fuckin' kill'm!"
"Can I be Samantha's godfather?"
"What?" he says letting out a breath of his own, "Uh, yeah... Yeah sure." he shakes his hand, "I'd be honored." Trent realizes now that Agostino's not a weirdo. Somehow he just gets this impression from him now, like he's genuine and serious. He gets a wave of relief that Agostino might not be such a bad guy. He seemed sincere enough when he asked.
"Thank's Trent. She's like a daughter to me."
"Hey me too." Trent says laughing. " - Before I let you go, I've got to ask you this. There's nothing weird going on between you two is there?"
"Of course not, well I think she might have a little high school crush on me, but I look at her like a daughter trust me, I'd never look at her that way."
"Okay..." Trent says nodding his head, "Okay... I believe you. I'm trusting you Agostino, it takes a big man to gain my trust."
"See ya'." Agostino goes back up the stairs and Trent turns to 8-ball.
"He scared the fuckin' shit out of me man." Trent says to him.
"Yeah but he sounded serious to me."
"Me too."
"For real?"
"Yeah, - No I just got this feeling you know? Like he wasn't lyin', and I believed him. I just felt like everything's gonna' be cool."
"I got ya', I got ya'. I suspec' you'll be able to rest easy in Vice City."
"Well if I get a phone call late at night, I'm gonna make one of my own."
"Yeah I know what you mean, come on Fido," he says to Fido; lingering in the background. "Let's go Dog."
They open up the door to leave and a mobster stands in front of them with two Yakuza's to his left. Everyone draws their guns, Tony, Trent, Fido, 8-ball, and Fidelio. Aiming them at the Yakuza's.
"Who the fuck are you?" Fidelio asks the mobster, "and who the fuck are these bitches." The Yakuza in the middle is a woman, with long hair, young and strong, the man to her right is similar in physical strength, neither of them have weaponsl, and they are both dressed in dark blue suitjackets without ties. The woman has a long black jacket on and a pair of sunglasses.
"I am Amaya Kaida of the Yakuza. Our organization, as well as yours and maybe a dozen others have been threatened by some Colombian Cartel. I came here to offer services to you."
"Why would I want help from a Jap?" Tony asks, angrily.
"As forthright and intelligent as you are Mr. Cipriani, I wouldn't have expected you to bring race into this. How are we any different from you other rival families."
"That's my goddamn point! Now are you going to sit there and act like an idiot or are you going to tell me what the fuck you're going to do for me?"
"Oh, so now you want a Jap's help, I see." She says slyly with a smirk on her face. "The Forelli's have been through check too, the ones who were on the Cartel's hit list have fleed except for this man." she points to the mobster next to her. "Lucio he's actually a 'distant' relative of the Forelli's, he's barely got their name, and there's almost no blood connection. They left him for dead, amazingly he's here today to try and save the business of the people who've betrayed him. I find this to be most valiant."
"He's a fuckin' Forelli, goddamn Tony. We got the enemy on our porch and we haven't fired a single shot."
"And I'm asking that you consider avoiding it entirely. Listen, rationality tell you that someone offers you their best, you take it. I'm offering you three."
"...Who's he?" Tony says pointing his gun at the other Yakuza.
"My bodygaurd Makoto."
"What's his specialty?" 8-ball asks. Looking at him.
"Gun retrieval. He can find and get anything you want, at almost no cost, he's great on jobs too, but he's too valuable I try to avoid using him as much as possible."
"You said three guys." Tony says, "Where's the last one?"
"You're looking at her."
"You? What can you do?"
"Sharpshooting's my specialty, I can hit anything, from any reasonable range... but only if it's a moving target."
"Why moving?" Trent asks her.
"Damned if I know, that's just the way things are. Take it, or leave it.
After a long silence they decide to put their guns away.
"You seem to know an awful lot," Tony says, "So maybe you know that we've got a goddamn flight to catch."
"Of course, so do we. We booked the same flight... Tony." They all walk away from Tony's mansion. "The Limo's are waiting. I trust we'll talk on the way there."
"Probably," Tony says grunting as he gets into the Limo, "now that you've peaked my interest... Amaya."