A/N: Nothing much to say, but I wrote most of this chapter at my school's swimming carnival. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Tommy and his helicopter pilot climbed into the Sparrow and flew off. His pilot had two MP5s, and Tommy had a Colt Python in his pocket in case things got nasty, which Tommy bet they would.
The Sparrow landed at the grassy patch nearby the boatyards, which was often well-known for where drug deals took place at. Tommy's botched deal for Sonny had happened here six years ago. When the Sparrow landed, he already saw the Cartel waiting, four of them, all with 9mms. Tommy took the case of fake money and approached the dealers, and two of them headed back to the Cartel cruisers parked behind them. Tommy dropped the money in front of the two dealers.
"How much SPANK is 20K worth, then?" Tommy asked, glaring at the Cartel members.
A dealer slowly produced a briefcase. Tommy took it, and grudgingly muttered "Nice doing business with you", headed back for the Sparrow.
Peeking behind him, he spotted both dealers produce their concealed Uzis and aim at him. Tommy dived just in time. The bullets cut through the air where Tommy had been standing only a few seconds ago. Picking himself up, he ran for the heli, occasionally making a sudden lurch to distract the dealers from their aim. Jumping into the Sparrow, he yelled at the pilot:
"Go! Come on!"
The pilot obliged. Quickly, the Sparrow manoeuvred forward, flying away from the Cartel members still firing at Tommy. Uzi fire struck the copter, but somehow it managed to stay firm. Tommy grabbed the two MP5s, and fired at the two dealers still out in the open, trying to shoot the copter down. A series of bullets took both of them down.
"Son of bitches!" Tommy cursed as the Sparrow landed on the mansion's helipad.
Then he noticed the briefcase sitting on his lap. Opening it, all he saw was newspaper. Ah, well. At least the Cartel hadn't got him-yet.
Robbie Gonzalez impatiently banged on the table. What took those guys so long to make a deal? He had organised the deal with the Vietnamese street gang, the Da Nang Boys so they could ally together. He didn't trust the Vietnamese, remembering how his dad had told him when he was young about what had happened in 'Nam. But it was getting desperate. The Ballas were losing grip on Idelwood everyday and they needed a powerful ally to help them regain it back, or at least give them a few extra options.
Finally Robbie thought enough was enough. But just as he grabbed his AK-47 from the table, and headed outside, one of his men approached.
"Sir, bad news. We've found several dead Ballas-I guess that's nothing new after all these latest events. But it's where the deal was supposed to have gone off."
"Was it the Da Nang Boys who did it?" asked Robbie, his worst fears confirmed.
"No, we found dead Vietnamese at the site as well. The main suspects are the Triads or Grove Street."
"Damn punk-ass mothers! I'm going to teach those bastards a lesson!" Robbie yelled, picking up his AK-47.
Robbie headed outside, and gathered up his men, heading off for the main part of Los Santos, with thirty men all with Uzis.
CJ was heading back to the Triad headquarters, when above him, the pilot in the Hunter yelled: "Ballas! Heading for Idelwood!"
Hearing this, CJ immediately went and phoned Woozie.
"The Ballas are in Los Santos! A hell lot of them as well."
"I'll send some backup Rustlers. Get that Hunter to fly to where the Ballas are and eradicate them!"
Switching off his phone, he shouted Woozie's orders to the Triads in the Hunter. The Ballas had been foiled before, and CJ hoped they could be foiled now.
"Well, the Cartel will have a problem," one of Tommy's top men said at the meeting Tommy called the night after the busted deal.
"They had their only chance of taking me out without showing their intentions, and they botched it up." Tommy replied.
"Well, have you got an idea on taking the Cartel out, sir?"
"I'm not too sure. We need to distract their other operations."
"But how?"
Tommy stood up.
"Well, I'm not letting any Cartel bitch take me out. I'm gonna take them out!"
Over the next few days, Tommy thought about a plan. But by now, the Cartel was really opening up their shoulders. Many dealers were popping up selling SPANK now. He needed to put a stop to it.
A week after the meeting, the answer came. Anthony, his informant came in and reported some news that gave Tommy new ideas.
"We've found out where the Cartel is shipping in SPANK, sir. They've taken over the Chartered Libertines ship and tanks of SPANK are being transferred there every week."
"Well, we need a good explosives man to take the job of blowing that place up. I'll go and see 8-Ball at his bomb shop."
CJ waited for the Rustlers to arrive. When they did, there was already carnage going on, or at least CJ could hear it. Explosions, gunfire. At the scene, the Hunter was circling the Ballas, its passengers firing. A missile from the Hunter fried four helpless Ballas. The devastating surprise attack caught the Ballas out, and several were cooked from the firepower before the others realised what was going on. They attempted to return fire, but they were so stunned they barely hit anything.
Robbie staggered, his AK-47 in one hand. Looking up and seeing a dark brown spot, he fired blindly at it. Men were falling all around him. A burst of machine-gun fire forced him to dive with all the energy he had left. Seeing a nearby police bike, he sprinted for it, and luckily for him, it was unlocked. He sped off, furious with the latest failed attempt.
By the time the Rustlers had arrived at the scene, they just had to mop up the remaining number of Ballas with their machine guns. The Ballas had to go back to the drawing board again.
Tommy jumped inside his Cheetah and headed off to find 8-Ball, the explosives expert. The young man was usually in his garage, watching TV in a small hidden room at the back of the garage, while e waited for somebody to come and get their bomb rigged. 8-Ball knew Tommy well, from a few times where Tommy had gone to see him for some dirty business. As soon as Tommy parked his Cheetah outside the garage, Tommy went to the garage door and knocked, where it was opened by 8-Ball.
"Hey man!" 8-Ball greeted.
"Hi, 8-Ball. How's business?" Tommy asked.
"Pretty good, except I bet most people just want to get that SPANK down their throats."
"In fact, 8-Ball, that's why I came here to visit you. Do you have any explosives that we can rig to the Chartered Libertines ship in the ports not so far from here?"
"I think I would, but it would probably be worth a lot of money to cover up for expenses."
"Look, I'll give you 50K for it."
"Certainly. Come with me and I'll show you my secret explosives stash."
Tommy followed 8-Ball into another hidden room, next door to the garage. That place had everything. Massive amounts of explosives and detonators. An hour later, they had piled the stuff they needed onto two Waltons, and drove off. When they arrived there, 8-Ball told him:
"Man, I'll need cover from you if the Cartel is there. I don't think they'll let us walk straight onto the source that is currently giving them bottomless funds in this city."
"I'm prepared," replied Tommy, pulling out a PSG-1 with a silencer twisted on.
"Cool, man, because this is going to be long."
As soon as 8-Ball headed towards the ship, Tommy started firing, picking off Cartel left, right and centre. Several tumbled off the ship into the sea. When Tommy spotted 8-Ball run out ten minutes later, he gave him a thumbs-up. As soon as 8-Ball took his first step off the ship, Tommy ran over to the detonators, and slowly activated all of them, one by one.
The result was obvious. A series of explosions rippled through the ship, making a huge amount of noise. Then, came an even bigger explosion, and then a splosh as the ship slowly began to sink into the water.
"Come on! Grab this stuff up and let's head back to Vercetti Estate and get your payment before the cops come." Tommy yelled.
They quickly packed up the detonators before flooring it back to the mansion, where Tommy handed 8-Ball two briefcases of green.
"Nice doing business, 8-Ball. See you in a while!" Tommy yelled as 8-Ball drove back to his bomb shop.
Well, the Cartel's SPANK operations were shut down for the moment. Now he could concentrate on taking them out.
