Tommy reached the scrap yard first and set about his work. He made certain that the yard was empty and free from any nosy workers. He returned to his car and drew the pair of Uzi's from under the seat. He rested them on the bonnet of his car.
Another car entered the scrap yard. The windows of the car were blacked out and the tires covered in mud. The car pulled over opposite Tommy and Fido climbed out of the car silently. They nodded at each other silently. "So you play both sides," Tommy said with a dry smile as he moved back towards his car. The back doors of Fido's car opened suddenly. Two grunts in dark suits stepped out of the car, both armed with shotguns. Fido smiled coldly, "No shit. This is my place and no asshole is taking this city from me" he said as he drew a handgun from the holster under his bomber jacket. Tommy laughed coldly, "Your Leon's lackey and nothing more" he muttered as he turned around quickly lifting the Uzi's off the car bonnet. Fido fired angrily; the bullet grazed his right arm, drawing blood. Tommy cursed and raised his gun but the two grunts also raised their guns. Fido smiled smugly, "You have nowhere to go Vercetti".
At that moment a spray of machine gun fire erupted from behind the rusty body of a dumped car. The bullets hit one guard directly in the head killing him almost instantly. The second guard felt a few bullets cut against his chest. He wheezed heavily, his startled eyes looking around the scrap yard quickly. Strangely only a single bullet had grazed Fido's shoulder. Fido swore and raised his gun his eyes falling upon the rusty car body. Tommy ran and ducked behind his own car. He heard Fido fire angrily while the other grunt had fallen to the ground. A cell phone was clutched in his bloody hand. He managed to mutter something into the phone, however his words were cut short as a knife blade pierced the mans throat. A sick gargling erupted from the man as the blood slipped over the dagger. Fido glanced over his shoulder and cursed. Tommy leapt up firing at Fido. Fido cursed loudly as a bullet slammed into the pit of his back. He screamed in pain and turned to face Tommy. Tommy stood face to face with Fido "Looks like this city won't ever be yours" he muttered as he fired the gun, letting the bullets pump into Fido's face. Blooded sprayed over the ground and Tommy's shirt before the corpse of the man folded double. Fido's face was unrecognizable, well what was left of it. Tommy raised the gun once more as he moved over to the rusty body of a car. He looked behind it only to discover that no one was longer there. Tommy then moved over to the bodies of the grunts. He stamped on the cell phone bitterly before he noticed the blade in the mans neck. He ripped the dagger from the nameless mans throat ignoring the man as his head slumped forward and fresh blood began to flow. Tommy examined the handle of the dagger before tossing it to the ground. He looked around sharply; his dark eyes scanning the horizon filled with car doors and busted engines.
"I know your here" he called out suddenly. However there was no reply or movement. Tommy shrugged and turned to face his car. He frowned at the sight of a few bullet holes in the bodywork. The distant sound of sirens seemed to clear his mind. He tossed the pair of Uzi's in the drying blood of Fido and turned to leave the scrap yard. There was no way that he could take his car with him, the signs of a shoot out were far too obvious.
Tommy trudged over loose bolts and screws, avoiding huge piles of metallic trash. He was soon clear of the scrap yard and pondered through the dark alleys. He took off his blood-splattered jacket and tossed into an unattended garbage fire. It burned quickly, disposing of some of the evidence.
A sniveling excuse for a man entered an expensive and extravagant room. He lowered his head in an honorable fashion. His black hair was greased back and the natural light from the windows shimmered off the gel. His face was deadly pale and full of fear. A white haired gentleman turned to face the sniveling man; a puff of rich smoke came from a thick cigar.
"Mr Leone, boss...I have some grave news" the greasy man said nervously. Salvatore Leone took the cigar from his mouth and frowned impatiently. The greasy haired man cowered slightly, "Well a couple of your men were killed in a brutal shooting. There is also a rumor that Mr Vecetti is in town" Salvatore rolled his eyes and stood up.
"You fool, Vercetti is no doubt the cause of the shooting" he said in an irate tone. He couldn't help feeling furious at his employees' incompetence.
"Perhaps its time I met this Mr Vercetti" he mused. "Take care of it," he said calmly, addressing his useless grunt.
