The shotgun was out of ammunition. Cursing, CJ bent down to pick up a shotgun from a fallen enemy. Running across the street past a cop chasing two Da Nang Boys, he popped a Ballas coming his way, and then pulled out his SMGs, which were now, just about out of ammunition as well. There must have been hundreds of dead gang members on the streets, and a slow stench of a graveyard was filling the air.
As he fired off his second-last clip, luckily for him, two helicopters of fresh Triads unloaded and dropped down, with some ammunition. One of them handed CJ an M4, and another gave him three clips for his SMGs. Then, they all headed off in different directions. Everything was in chaos. The cars in the street were either abandoned, or destroyed. Hardly any gang members still skirmished on the streets, and it seemed that the Orange Grove Families and their allies had pushed back the flow of Ballas, or at slaughtered them all. There were several cops still hanging around, chasing the Ballas who fired at the Grove Street members, but apart from them, no hostiles were remaining.
He could see a news chopper up above, and also, he could spot a Rustler up there. His cell phone rang.
"CJ? You, ok? My men have news that there is still fighting going on in Seville Boulevards turf, but I don't think any Ballas are going to get in your way. Did my handful of reinforcements get to you?" Woozie asked, on the other side of the phone.
"Sure as hell. Are you sure everything's clear?" CJ replied
"I'll call another report from my observers," came Woozie's voice, and then CJ heard a bit of Chinese, before a reply that there might still be a few Ballas coming, but his snipers would take them out.
CJ said a good-bye to Woozie, and snapped the phone shut, giving a sigh of relief. The battle was finally over. An hour of slog, killing and blood all over the place wasn't a good way to end the day.
Asuka handed Tommy a briefcase of money, which turned out to be 5000, and Tommy slowly walked out of the casino, towards the Liberty City ghost-town where the bank was located. When he arrived at the bank, he immediately headed inside and applied for a new account, having forgotten the one Sonny had organized for him before he went to prison. Depositing all his money but 200, he jumped back into the Banshee that Ray had let him borrow, and went off to buy a Cheesy Crust. As he took a bite of Sausage and Cheesy Crust special, he wondered how things were back in Vice City. He had left Avery to his business, and Colonel Cortez to keep his money safe. With several close friends such as Phil with good abilities with guns, his money was in safe hands. Carcer City was the site of the Cartel's main operations, but a frontal assault would be too difficult, so Tommy really needed to push back the Cartel in their other cities to slow down their expansion. Taking his last bite of sausage, and his remaining gulp of cola, he headed back outside for Portland, driving so fast that he was lucky that no police cars spotted him, or he would have been in a police chase. Arriving back in his hotel in twenty minutes, he caught the national news about some carnage going on in Los Santos, San Andreas.
A picture showed of a ground-level view of people sorting piles of dead gang members into one particular area, there were shots of destroyed cars, and even a helicopter was seen on the street, its blades all strewn in different places. It was the sight of a battlefield, one Tommy rarely experienced, still remembering the gang wars between the Cubans and Haitians weren't even as close to the chaos here, nor was how he had killed Sonny.
-Flashback-
Tommy leant up close against Sonny, glaring at him.
"I just wanted to piss you off before I kill you," he said, before storming back to his office to grab his Colt Python, Ingram Mac-10 and SPAS 12 shotgun. Sonny, Lance and the rest of the Mafia thugs headed outside as well, to withdraw weapons. Tommy steadied the Colt Python, and waited for the first of the Mafia thugs to come in. When the first one did, Tommy pegged him immediately with a shot to his chest. Several more came running inside the flashy mansion, and Tommy used his Mac, pivoting and dodging their shots, while firing at them. Soon, there was a pile of bodies lying on the mansion carpet. Tommy thought that this place would definitely need a clean-up afterwards; if he even made it out alive.
As he thought about this, Tommy spotted a figure in a white coat appear. It was Lance, glowering with his M4.
"No one to cover your ass now, eh Tommy?" he shouted.
"You're going down, you backstabbing prick!" yelled Tommy, pointing his Python at Lance.
"Oh, you think so?" yelled Lance back at him, returning the favour of pointing the M4 back.
"Ok, I've had enough of this shit," Tommy muttered.
He sprinted back into his office, scooting out to clear up thugs trying to charge in. Grabbing his M60 from the table, he hefted it up, and ran back outside. Steadying the heavy machine-gun, he fired a burst of rounds that caught Lance in the head, and he slumped to the ground, in a pool of blood.
Unluckily for Tommy, this was when Sonny decided to make his appearance. The Forelli Mafia leader strode into the mansion, a Ruger in one hand, and two thugs on either side of him.
"You took fifteen years from me, Sonny, and I'm going to make you pay!" Tommy screamed furiously.
"Still don't get it, do you? I OWN you, Tommy. Thos fifteen years were mine to spend!" Sonny answered sarcastically.
Giving a casual look around the estate, he shouted to his guards:
"Get him boys! He never understood a thing."
Tommy ducked behind cover, reloading his M60 for the final showdown. Quickly turning out from behind cover, he aimed his M60 at Sonny, and fired it, not caring about the recoil, not caring about the flying bullets, not caring about a single thing in the world. The wave of bullets pierced through Sonny's body armour, and several flew into his head, and blew his brains out. As the Mafia boss fell, Tommy felt the pain of a couple of bullets thud into his shoulder. Switching his shotgun on the table again, he fired at the remaining Mafia henchmen standing, and watched them fall. Then, he walked down the steps of the mansion, and sat down, putting his head in his hands.
-End Flashback-
Tommy pulled himself out of that memory, and finished watching the end of the newscast, and then he decided to get washed and go to sleep.
CJ shook his head at all the dead bodies stacked up to be buried. There were possibly a hundred Ballas and fifty Da Nang Boys, plus several Grove Street, Temple Drive Families, and Seville Boulevard Families, all having their share of the dead. The only two gangs that had escaped unscratched were the Triads and the Varrios Los Aztecas.
There had been several mass killings that CJ experienced, and they weren't that bad at all. Well, not as bad as this now. He had never ever seen so many dead bodies piled in one single street. CJ put his head in his hands, and slowly reminisced.
-Flashback-
CJ fired his M4 at three SWAT guys standing around near the SWAT tank, and quickly grabbing their ammunition, he jumped into the tank. Gunning it into the wall blockading the entrance, the barricade was flattened by the tank's force. Forging on, CJ rammed his way through Ballas charging out of the crack palace, eventually coming near the entrance. Getting out of the tank, he charged into the crack palace, shooting the guy at the top of the stairs. Heading up the stairs, he dropped another Ballas running in from the left, and then headed through another door. There were two gang members at the end of the room, so CJ sprayed bullets at hem, and they fell. Entering another room, he had to dive almost immediately from the spray of bullets that about twenty Ballas fired. Slowly, and methodically, he used hit-and-run tactics: he only turned around to look into the room to quickly pump some lead into one of the enemies, before ducking behind cover again.
As his clip went empty, another SWAT tank burst into the room, flattening several more Ballas, and one of the SWAT guys took out the rest. Taking his chance now, CJ fired quickly at the two SWAT members, taking them down and grabbing a new suit of body armour in a room just before him, before heading into another room, probably full of hard slog, and blood.
Moving on to the next floor, he was once again met by several Ballas, or more like a crapload of Ballas, and a big statue of Big Smoke. That fat asshole wants his figure on statue? Shaking his head, CJ forged his way through the mass of Ballas, ducking behind any cover he found. Soon, a big pile of bodies were strewn all over the place. Heading on, CJ eventually spotted Big Smoke waiting, which didn't seem to give a shit that he was here. As CJ came to face him, all he did was grab a shotgun, and say:
"Let's do it."
Immediately, CJ started aiming for where he was vulnerable, places where he wasn't covered in thick body armour. The problem was that Big Smoke was running about, and firing at him, making it a difficult target for CJ to take him out. Dodging a shot from Smoke's shotgun, he swung his SMG into action, quickly taking out the Ballas that had come to Big Smoke's aid. When they were all dead, he quickly switched back to his M4 and wailed the damage on Big Smoke. Finally, Smoke collapsed in a heap, blood pouring out everywhere. CJ was relieved that it was over.
"I couldn't have missed the opportunity," came a voice nearby.
"Oh shit," CJ muttered to himself, reloading his M4.
Just then, the lights flickered out, and there was a massive explosion. Damn! CJ thought as he reached into his pocket for his night vision goggles. Putting them on, he ran towards the window, and spotted Officer Frank Tenpenny running out for a fire engine. And unbelievably, he saw Sweet.
"Sweet!" CJ yelled.
As Sweet spotted him and knew he was there, CJ immediately started heading for the closest entrance he could find. Pulling out a regular Colt 45 just for any quick work, he fired at any Ballas who fired at him, while running away from this crack-palace, and he was able to hold them down with his fire as he dodged the flames as often as possible. Grabbing a nearby fire extinguisher and taking off his goggles, he slowly worked a path out of this hell hole of a drug factory. Coming out of the entrance which he had blasted his way into with the SWAT tank, he spotted a nearby Stinger, and Tenpenny's fire truck peeling out. Luckily for him, the Stinger was unlocked, so CJ jumped in, hit the gas, and burnt rubber, trying to catch up to the fire truck.
He got there within several seconds. When he came within sight of the truck, he spotted Sweet hanging on the edge of the fire engine, his fingers clasped on the edge. Unfortunately, one of the cops following Tenpenny through his escape, had gotten out of his car, and started standing on Sweet's fingers. CJ could almost imagine the pain. Quickly, he gunned all the speed he had, and sped towards the fleeing fire engine. He managed to get under the vehicle just in time, as Sweet tumbled down into the Stinger, almost flipping it.
"C'mon bro! Peg his ass!" Sweet yelled. "I'll drive!"
They quickly swapped positions. CJ pulled out his M4 and with his five remaining clips, he began to pick off the policemen surrounding Tenpenny. One of the cops climbing up the ladder of the fire engine was killed by CJ's M4, and the other one on the other side suffered the same fate. Quickly scanning around, he spotted several police cars appearing behind the Stinger. Aiming at them, CJ sprayed at each of them until his clip went empty. Two of them were blown up and another's gas panel was struck by a stray shot.
"Ballas! Up ahead!" Sweet shouted to CJ as he gunned the car towards Tenpenny.
The two vehicles whistled by the Ballas throwing stuff onto the road, but a few of them got on bikes and gave chase. Quickly slamming his second-last clip into the M4, he managed to take the drivers of them out pretty easily, but that included a considerable amount of luck. As the last one fell out of his bike, yet another series of police cars appeared, chasing CJ and Sweet. CJ fired all he had at them. He burned through his last one-and-a-half clips of M4 ammo, and then started squirting them with SMG fire. Just when CJ thought he and Sweet just couldn't hang on any longer, they had what they wanted to happen. The fire truck lurched, and then lost control, spinning and smashing, then flipped over the bridge.
"Hey Sweet? I think he's dead," muttered Carl to his brother, lowering his SMG.
"Yeah, me too. I think that's the end of the line," replied Sweet.
Slowly, those two got out of the car, ignoring the police cars coming to check out Tenpenny's condition, and walked upwards to where Grove Street was.
-End Flashback-
CJ sighed, taking one last look at the dead bodies, and headed back inside his house.
End Note: Woot! Finally finished. What was said in that flashback of the last mission of San Andreas was mostly made up, as I haven't finished San Andreas yet, and pieced it together form what I heard from everybody. Oh yeah, and I'm sorry if that was a bit boring, and real action was what you wanted. Ah well. I'm tired out. Next chapter up soon.
