TOMMY II:
Tommy Jr. stands at his dads bar with his hands up on the counter staring at the men he was going to be robbing the bank with. He was less than impressed. He'd heard their reputations, all of them involved a time when they were either captured or in some kind of extreme pain. If they couldn't even look after themselves why the hell should he fuckin' trust them with his life. The frown on his face showed them all his scepticism, he wanted them to see it. Their incompotence wasn't getting his way. He'd rather shoot them all than worry about being arrested.
His eyes shift to Lucio, "You fuck this up and it'll be worse for you than it will be for these guys." he says pointing across the rest of the row at the bar.
"Hey man," He holds his hands up, "I'm cool okay."
"No you're not! Shut up!" Lucio closes his mouth. "Now listen up all of you. I'm only going to say this once... I don't know you and I don't want to, to tell the truth you can all go fuck yourselves, I'd kill you all right now if I was in charge, but since I'm not I have to deal with you. Another thing I need you to get straight is I don't need your goddamn help, I've done this before so you'll be following me - not the other way around. We clear."
He watches them all suck up their pride and nod their heads, then he continues, "Good... If this guy Max shows up, I don't give a fuck if he's a COP or fuckin' SUPERMAN... You blow the cocksuckers head off! Now for all of you stupid motherfuckers, is their anything I need to repeat, or say slower, so that you can understand!?"
Everyone stares at him with a look of disgust or miscomfort, but they don't say anything. "Good... Now, on with the plan."
Simple Plan:
The plan was, that Fido and Lucio would be in one Banshee following Tommy Jr.'s, 8-ball, Trent, Amaya, and Makoto would be in a Sentinal, they'd all split for the getaway vehicle manned by Fidelio. The getaway vehicle will be ...
"My dad's speedboat. Now, whoever heard of bringing a speedboat to a bank robbery?" Tommy says eyeing the group behind his dads house. Most of them ignore him taking in the view. The house had two pools in the back and a view of the ocean. It looked like paradise, the grass was the green and the sun shone like gold above their heads. Lucio was the most appreciative of it, the water glissined blasting little rays across the ocean from reflecting sunlight.
Tommy can tell they aren't paying attention, he claps his hands together. "Hey you fuckin' idiots get it together huh. We all know how nice it is out here."
"It's too bright out here man, can't we go inside?" 8-ball says with his hands over his eyes.
"No, shut up. Fidelio'll be waiting here with this boat, we'll all get on and get back to right here." He says pointing his fingers where he stands, "If you don't make it tough luck."
"Is it going to hold us all and the money?" Trent asks him.
Tommy takes a good look at it then responds, "I tested it with seven people before, it'll hold up, but it'll be slow."
"We got eight people." Fidelio says looking around.
"I know..." he pauses, "don't worry about it everything's gonna be fine. If it doesn't work out their'll be boats there you can take - I'll have my father arrange somethin' okay? Good enough? Okay..."
"Where are we waiting for the boats, there's no water near that bank."
"Oh their's some, but I'm happy you asked that question or you all would'ave fucked up." he says laughing, "You wait for the boats down by the stadium, I'll give you a map. It'll be behind the stadium. It's up to you to shake the cops and take as many shortcuts as possible. If I hear cops that aren't helicopters then I'm leaving your asses behind."
"What about helicopters?" Makoto asks.
"Don't worry about that I've got somethin' to deal with it." he says half mumbling. "In case you hadn't guessed you'll be driving to the stadium... You get caught, again tough luck."
"I'm gettin' sick of all this every man for himself crap you spittin' man, back in Liberty we watch each other's backs." 8-ball says pointing his thumb back and forth between himself and Fido. Fido nods his head in approval.
"Listen I'm not a fuckin' babysitter. You shouldn't expect me to watch after any of you. You're not in diapers anymore, this is Vice, Liberty may be a walk in the park, but this is where the big leaguers hit home runs."
"Listen kid I don't give a fuck who you think you are but Liberty City is a fuckin' hellhole and if you think any differently about it I'll drag you their and watch you piss yourelf!" 8-ball raves angrily.
Tommy Jr. Looks older than he is and acts smarter than he ever will be, his position of power put their entire group at risk, but 8-ball would rather get his head blown off than risk his integrity. "Don't let this pretty setting here fuck up your vision. What your seeing through those eyes is not what's here, you won't believe some of the shit you'll see on these streets."
The only reaction 8-ball could muster was a laugh, 'As if this fuckin' place is worse than Liberty City.'
"Are you all ready?"
Everyone nods their heads at Tommy Jr.
BankheistSacrafice:
They'd sharpened their plan and decided they were ready. Lucio pulls up in a huge dark red van, getting out he says happily, "I got it."
"Good." Tommy says getting in. 8-ball, Amaya, and Makoto follow. Trent stops for a minute before getting in and looks one more time across the swimming pools at the ocean; Fido and Fidelio were there in speedboats. Trent gives them a little salute and then jumps inside.
The van ride to the bank seemed like the longest. The whole time all Trent could think about was Samantha's birthday, he hoped he'd make it back on time. It would be ridiculous if he didn't and he'd regret it. This seemed longer than his bus ride to Liberty, he thought he'd be their forever. With his forearms rested on his knees he just stares at his folded hands, looking down. Someone must have sensed his uneasyness because 8-ball looks up at him.
"You a'right man?"
"Yeah, I'm fine...'M just thinkin' that's all.
"I hope your thinkin' about the job 'cause if you fuck this up -
"-You're gonna kill me. Right." Trent says without looking up. His only impression of Tommy was that he had double the hard talk as his father and none of the balls. All bark and no bite. The heist would tell him one way or the other whether or not Tommy-two was going to be a team player.
"We're here." Tommy says raising his voice. "Don't forget any of this shit!" He says looking across the group. He grabs himself two Colt Pythons and becomes the first one out the door. Lucio, pulls out a forty-five and get out. Trent and 8-ball had nickel plated Desert Eagles with black grips; one each out of a two set. Makoto has two nine-milllemeter handguns and Makoto, and Amaya has a black pump action twelve gauge.
"Lets do this." She says getting out of the van. They all wear black outfits with 'Jason' goalee masks - also black. Excpept for Amaya, who - bravely - chose to wear no mask at all. They had parked the van on the street in front of the bank. -
- A single group goes inside consisting of Trent, Tommy, and Lucio. 8-ball stays in the cold dark streets of Vice with Amaya and Makoto, watching his breath tear across the cold air ahead of him.
"Damn, gets cold in Vice City at night uh?"
"Yeah," Makoto responds, "I've been here a couple times on business - short business - and I can say it gets cold here a lot surprisingly. Especially during the winter time."
"Why do we have to wait here?" Amaya says gripping her cold shotgun.
"We're waiting for the cops. If that's going to happen."
"Why wouldn't it?" Amaya asks him.
"If a miracle falls out of the sky..."
"Don't they need you in there?" she asks pointing.
"Oh yeah, shit! Hold on I'm s'posed to do somethin' first." -
- Trent holds his gun up to a security gaurd. "Give me the goddamn gun right now!" The security guard hands it over. The bank must have at least ten hostages inside not counting regular staff. Tommy has his guns up to a man at a desk behind a cash register screaming his head off at the man for not opening.
"What the fuck's taking so long! Hurry the fuck UP!!" Tommy's irratation builds, then 'BAM' chamber turns and the desk explodes, so does the man's face. "HOLY FUCK! God, you shot me!" The man moans in pain, holding his leg.
"No shit! O-pen the re-gi-ster." The man opens the register in twice the speed, then squirms around screaming in pain, his kneecap busted to bits. To Trent's surprise Tommy Jr. reaches across the table and slams his heavy gun into the man's head. "Stop it! You fuckin' idiot - One more sound, I swear to god, one more sound and I'm going to put a bullet in your head. The man feeling he has no choice quiets down.
Trent runs over to another woman and asks for the bank manager.
"I don't know where she is? She's gone."
"Gone?"
"Yes - yes, I think t-t-t-that she's gone. She l-l-le - heft." She says hypervantalating.
"Okay..." He says "we had a way to deal with this anyway." He swerves around as a Security gaurd comes down the steps and blasts holes through a glass cubical wasting him in front of everybody. "Jesus Christ!" he says wide-eyed, "The son of a bitch almost had me..."
As he calms down he turns his attention towards Lucio, who looks calm and focused. Suddenly something disrupts his attention and he charges head on like a raging bull at a cashier. He lifts up his mask, his blank expression showing.
"What the fuck were you doi - stand up - what the fuck were you doing?" The security guard was on one knee, now he stands all the way up. "What were you doing?"
"Nothing I was just..."
"Just what?" Lucio says truly curious. He bends down and looks where the man was facing. "Ah shit..." Lucio says with a slight frown. Coldly he pushes the teller down onto his knees and kicks him face down into the tile. 'BAM'. He puts a bullet in the back of his head.
"Holy shit!" Trent screams, "What the fuck're you doing!"
"Son of a bitch went for the alarm. - Hey!" Trent watches in a Deja vu like trance as almost the exact same scenario plays out again: Lucio runs forward and points his gun at a guard laying on the floor. "Were you going for that gun? Did I see you go for that gun?" 'BAM' his blood splashes across the tile.
"What the FUCK! Stop killing people!" Lucio had to be snapping, he seemed so mellow before that it was impossible for him to be this cold, now he seemed entirely apathetic.
They hear the gunplay begin outside, and 8-ball comes in obviously shaken up. "I got the C-4. Everything going good."
"Not completely." Tommy says pointing to one of the corpses.
"Shit, what the fuck happened?"
"I wouldn't worry about it if I were you." Tommy says. "Just hurry up and open the safe." Trent can see that Tommy keeps his eye on Lucio. 'Of course he would, a loose cannon Forelli in the presence of a Vercetti.'
8-ball runs up the steps to the safe, he comes down not a minute later. "DOWN!" he screams at the top of his lungs jumping to the floor. 'KKBBMMM!'
Tommy stands up looking at the railing his eyes squint slightly, "Wouldn't that do something to the money?"
"Not the way I had it set up." 8-ball assures him, "Come on everybody."
"What about the hostages? Lucio asks.
Tommy turns his head. "Bring 'em. They can help us with the first of the heavy lifting." -
- Amaya and Makoto stand outside the bank blasting holes into cop cars. The stand-off was forcing Amaya up the steps towards the inside of the building. "Their fucking us up. We might have to go inside. Goddamn it! Where are they?" She cocks her shotgun and blasts a hole through the front windshield of a cop car. Another car comes barreling up the street towards them and gets halfway up the steps with the right side facing them. Makoto busts open the windshield and reaches inide. The cop and he point their guns at the same time. The cops blood explodes across the left windshield, bursting from his ear. They use the car as armor. Firing at the cops.
"This is taking longer... than I expected." Makoto says breathing heavily.
8-ball bursts out the door with three bags of money, "RUN!"
The three of them run towards the left side of the building, a ramp and a-lot which harbors a car for each of them. A car each would be faster and easier to shake the cops. They get in theirs, Amaya hears the ring of constant gunfire building as high as the sky. She turns the key and races off. -
- 'Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! What the hell's taking them so long?!" 8-ball says gritting his teeth he watches the direction of the front entrance. His car still in the lot. He spots a suit, and a leg turned away from him, the person was obviously stopping to fire at the cops. 'Come on! Come on!' The man turns around, and 8-ball recognizes Trent. Then... 'YES!' Lucio and Tommy Jr.
He presses the button on the cartridge in his hand. 'CKKKKBBMMM! BMMM! BMM!BMMMM!'
8-ball had wired the whole front outside of the bank with high-explosives. Several of the cops cars had become toast in the explosion. He takes a deep breath taking in what he just did. As he does he lifts his head. "I don't believe it." through his rearview mirror he spots the dark image of Max Payne. "FUCK!" As he starts the car, seemingly hundreds of bullets rip through his back side and front windshields. Max firing on him.
He peels out and swerves past Max into the main road leading to downtown. -
- Lucio's car swerves uncontrollably, down the main road. One way street to downtown Vice. "Fuck!" He screams slamming his gun on the steering wheel. 'BAM'. His front windshiled shatters and glass splinters fly at him, his car swerves off the road and slams into a large building. He stumbles out of the car with his ears ringing, he tries to read the concrete sign in the grass but his vision is so blurred he can't make it out. He staggers into a large parking lot. He sees a neon green Infernus parked in the lot. He heads towards it.
"Freeze!" He hears a cop scream. He turns around and raises his gun at her. 'BLAM' his shoulder explodes, but he keeps his gun up, 'BLAM' she fires another shotontheleft above his thigh and just below his ribs. He can't take the burning pain. He stumbles back facing away from her, then he turns back around to fire a shot gritting his teeth, 'BLAM' the final bullet slides through the bottom of his chin, snapping his head back it rips through the other side and jerks backwards unnaturally, hitting the concrete. Lucio was their first casualty of war. -
- Trent and Amaya's cars almost suffer the same fate, they slam into the windshield of a market. They both make it out nearly unharmed, Amaya getting the worst of it. Makoto pulls over his car to help them. Drawing his guns, a VCPD cruiser pulls up in front of Makoto, as he takes Amaya across his shoulder. The cop gets out of the car.
"Don't move! I've been instructed to use deadly force."
"Use it." Makoto says angrily as he helps Amaya into his Sentinal.
'BLAMBLAMBLAM' The cop fires three shots at them. Makoto covers Amaya the bullets hit him in his back, one of them in his shoulder also.
Makoto falls to his knees, but turns himself enough to reach behind him, the burning holes in his back only reminding him why he was turning in the first place, 'BAM' A bullet forces its way through the officer neck and out of the back-top of his head. His gun 'clicks's as the metal smacks into the concrete his arm hanging loosely. He stumbles backwards, with his left leg retracting outward. Trent lifts him up and throws him in the back of the car and jumps into the passanger seat.
"Don't fuckin' die! Don't you fuckin' die!" He says watching the road with a trance-like focus. "SHIT! It was supposed to make a turn here somewhere!" He swerves the car to the left, he was practically talking to himself, Amaya was still drowsy and Makoto was bleeding to death. "Fuck! THERE!" He says as he spots the stadium. He turns into the road, and tries to drive his car through the grass 'island' stadium monument. His car gets stuck, back wheels burning up on the concrete. "GODDAMN IT!!!" He says with burning frustration. His face is red and veins pop up across his head.
He sees Tommy Jr. run from the meeting point towards a stopping cop car, he holds a long thin black object in his left hand, a machinegun in the other. He fires the machinegun through the roof of the car then takes the thin black object, Trent realizes it's a sword and watches Tommy unsheathe it like a samurai and slice off the light on top of the cruiser, laughing.
"Tommy!" Trent says as his door slams, "What the fuck are you doing?"
"I always wanted to do that!" Tommy says stepping slyly off of the cruiser.
"Amaya and Makoto are hurt. I think they might have arrested Lucio."
"Amaya and Makoto, leave 'em."
"Fuck you."
"I said do it now."
"If you can stop to chop the light off of a cop car then, I can get these two to the boats."
"Okay... you've got five minutes. If within' those five minutes I see a more than three police boats the rest of us are gone. Comprende?"
"Yeah..." Trent says with his heart racing he helps Amaya get off her feet and takes her to 'his' boat. Then he runs back and drags Makoto lifting him in the position you would if someone else held his feet, though no one does help, and Trent drags the top heavy Makoto by his armpits towards the boats. Fido and Fidelio both com forwards on opposite sides of Trent and fire Spaz-twelve shotguns at oncoming police cars. One of them explodes into a fireball and flies past Fido's left side into the water.
"You did it Trent." Tommy says looking at Makoto, "I think he's dead." he takes a look at Trent, his black shirt is ripped a white T-shirt underneath stained with Makoto's blood. Trent quickly gets down to check, "No he's not dead. You're dad has medical - like doctor people right?" Tommy nods his head.
They all stay in the same boat the four of them, 8-ball, Fidelio, and Fido, get into the other's. They hear an unmistakable 'pat-pat-pat' sound getting increasingly louder, the space around them pounding as well they could feel it around their faces.
"FUCK!" Trent yells looking into the sky, "They sent a helicopter."
"I told you I'd deal with it..." Tommy opens up a heavy metal case and sets down a tripod on the metal floor then he takes a large pipe and jams it on top. Trent can see the club-like tip sticking out of the top of the 'pipe'.
"Say hello to my little friend!" Tommy screams as the missle shoots through the sky, a blazing black smoke reef behind it, it slams into the bottom of the helicopter and they watch the whole metal heap of it burst into three fireworks displays of its own above the stadium.
"Holy fuck..." Trent says as the boat glides across the water. The rest of the ride was silence, the cops lost them.
They had won... with sacrafice.