Tommy woke up in a shock. He had been having a dream of some sort. He couldn't remember it now, but he thought it involved something to do with Harwood on that fateful day back in 1971. Quickly forgetting the dream, he headed into the bathroom for a quick shower, and slipped on a black "Go Mambas" t-shirt with dark blue jeans. Once he was done, he sat down in his bed watching a bit of last night's replay gridiron match of Los Santos Rams versus the Carcer Seals.
After the Rams had forged ahead with a big driving touchdown and a field goal to grab the lead at half-time 13-6, Tommy snapped the TV shut, and went downstairs for a breakfast at the hotel restaurant. After he had finished eating, he grabbed his Uzi, jumped into the Banshee and drove off to Kenji's Casino. Considering that it was pretty early, the casino was deserted, apart from Asuka waiting for him.
"Well, I see you have come for another job, and just when I need it. But first, we must sort out our business cards again. You have come from Vice City, all the way here, leaving your empire there to take out the Cartel?" Asuka asked, browsing through a few pages.
"Yes. They have been trying to take me out in Vice City, and I heard that they're threatening Liberty City, which would be bad for me as well."
"I see. But you must not rival against the Yakuza, once we have helped you deal and take revenge on the Cartel. We Yakuza, we proud of our tradition, and we do not like getting stabbed in the back. I can help you get at the Cartel right at the moment. A congregation of Cartel at a little docking bay near Francis International Airport are escorting a package containing a heavy amount of SPANK to Vice City. The flight will depart in an hour. I've packed a heavy amount of firepower in the nearby Yakuza Stinger. Use that on the Cartel. A couple of men will assist you in killing the Cartel, but you will probably have to destroy the plane with the package."
Slowly, Tommy walked out of the casino, to do his second job for the Yakuza, in a way much like how his domination of Vice City had started. But now, all he needed to do was stop the Cartel.
Waving his hand to the two Yakuza sporting powerful M-16s, Tommy checked the trunk of the Yakuza Stinger, and discovered that it was almost overflowing of firepower. A couple of AK-47s, a modified M4 with a scope, two Colt Pythons, three Uzis, and a shotgun. Even some special rocket launcher that could be compressed just enough to fit inside a trunk had been squeezed inside. Taking the handguns and Uzis, Tommy placed them into the glove department of the car, and drove off. He arrived at the airport, and spent a few minutes looking for the target, before eventually spotting a group of Cartel waiting for the package to be delivered on a small jet. Tommy drove his Yakuza Stinger behind some nearby bushes; he grabbed the M4 from the trunk, and started picking off the Cartel patrolling the area. The main group of Cartel were scattered around the area where the plane was, while the rest were pacing around. All the guards fell before they knew what was happening, thanks to Tommy, and the two skilled Yakuza marksmen and their fire. Heaving the rocket launcher, he fired at a group of Cartel, and watched their brains get splattered out. This caused the Cartel to fire at where Tommy's position was, but they missed several shots. However, the jet lifted into the air, and started to fly off. Cursing, Tommy aimed his rocket launcher, trying to lead the jet, and fired. Missed.
Heaving the rocket launcher, he tried again. Missed. Firing most of his rockets, the jet was too quick, and evaded all of them. One rocket left. The jet was starting to fly in a straight line, and Tommy saw his chance. Confident of his skills, he put the jet in his sights, and fired. At first, the rocket looked as if it was missing. But then, at the last moment, it crunched into the jet, sending it exploding in a massive BOOM, and then spun down towards the ground. Giving a sight of relief, Tommy slung the launcher over his shoulder, and carried it back into the Yakuza Stinger, before driving off back to the Casino.
"What do you think they'll try next, bro?" asked CJ to Sweet.
"I don't know, but they just don't stop comin'. That's Ballas' assholes, man, that's what they'll do."
"Damn it. We could do with a recovery session after all that carnage two days ago." CJ sighed.
"Sure as hell. But with this new crap alliance with those Vietnamese, bro, I don't think we'll have a chance.
CJ gave another sigh, and slowly walked out of the house. He had ordered for a helicopter to be flown on top of his house, and it now looked much like a mansion, without the luxury interiors. His phone rang.
"Shit! CJ? CJ? Me and that blind Chinese leader is holed up in this building, a few blocks away from Caligula's Palace! Can you help us a bit?" came the worried voice of Ken Rosenberg.
"What the hell were you doing near the Mafia casino?" CJ yelled.
"I'll tell you later. Just get us outta here! You can see these Mafia guys trying to bust in."
Making an exasperated groan, CJ quickly ran up to the rooftop helicopter, got in, and flew off in the direction of the abandoned airfield which he had turned into quite the armoury. When he arrived, he jumped out of the helicopter, parking it on a landing pad, before going to grab a concealed M4 and MP5 that he always hid just in case there was trouble. Then, he jumped into the nearby Rustler that had just been built in with some nice missiles, and flew off.
As the Rustler temporarily dropped height, CJ could see a few Mafia men waiting outside with AK-47s and shotguns. The Rustler made a dive, and then CJ opened up with the Rustler's gun. The firepower made a mess of the Mafia men, and one missile finished off the rest. Parking the plane nearby, CJ grabbed his weapons, and sprinted for the building, treading over the Mafia bodies.
Heading inside, he found a lift, with two Mafia men inside it. Diving behind a wall, CJ pulled out his MP5, picking both of them off quickly with the powerful Uzi. As they dropped, he phoned Ken again. Almost immediately, he had an answer.
"Third floor. Watch your back, there's tons of those bastards crawling around!"
The elevator shuddered to a halt on the third floor. As soon as the door opened, CJ was ready, pumping lead into three Mafia guys waiting for him, before they could even shoot. Reloading both his weapons, he ran into another room, where he ducked behind a table, and managed to clean out the thugs in there as well. Finally, the next room was Ken and Woozie, holed up behind a table, with several Mafia bodies piled around the place. Ken was holding a Desert Eagle, which he must have found on the table, as there were several clips to go along with it as well.
"Thank god. I thought we were cooked," Ken muttered, trembling as his hands dropped the deadly pistol.
"Come on. We gotta get out of this place. You keep Woozie accompanied." CJ replied.
By now, several more Mafia soldiers had just come charging into the room, but they were quickly dropped by CJ's accurate fire and the occasional thump as Ken fired the Desert Eagle.
"Let's go." CJ said, and he sprinted for a door, with Ken and Woozie following after.
Dodging a spray of bullets, CJ cleared out another hallway of Mafia with his M4, methodically spraying his ammunition around. Finally, the entrance of the building was discovered. The problem, however, was that Rustler didn't have enough seats to hold all three of them.
"I'm staying here," CJ said.
"What the hell? Why?" Woozie asked.
"I'm giving those Mafia guys a hard time. You and Ken just get in the plane. Ken, you know how to fly these wings?"
"Yeah, uh, I think so. I've flown a helicopter before, so I should be able to." Ken replied.
"Just get yourself back to any place where you think is safe, and phone me when you get there, okay?"
"Yeah, okay."
With that, CJ readied his MP5 and watched carefully for any Mafia that were lurking around. When he thought there was nobody to trouble him, he sneaked back onto the street to look around for a car to steal. A Bullet stopped nearby, and two Mafia guys got out. Quickly, CJ sprayed them down with his MP5, got into the flashy sports car, and floored it.
Unfortunately, CJ soon found out that he was the target of another ambush. Four vans full of Mafia came flying out on either side of the next road he was about to turn to. Luckily for CJ, the speed of the Bullet tore through one of the vans, sending it smashing into a wall. However, the ambush was not over yet. As the Bullet roared past another street, three Hotknifes came speeding around the corner and started pursuing him.
"Damn!" Carl muttered to himself.
The Bullet wasn't made for muscle matches, and even if it was, it couldn't stand a crash-and-bash session with the condition it was in, against three cars faster than it.
"Well, I'll have to outwit them," grumbled Carl.
Gunning the engine of the Bullet, he sped sharply into another street, managing to zip through two cars. The three pursuing cars followed him, swerving skilfully past the cars. They were obviously very good drivers, and they certainly knew how to handle a car.
"Time to add a little more juice to it," CJ continued. He thought he sounded like some random driving school guy. He hit the gas, towards a thick slope, which resembled like a ramp. He had used this jump to get out of sticky situations before, and he was confident, that could happen right now. But as he hit the ramp, the car took a slight turn, and started to spin.
One of the Hotknife cars had clipped him from the back. The Bullet did a 180 degree spin in the air, with the Hotknife following it. Cursing, CJ quickly grabbed his MP5 and allowing the Hotknife to draw next to him, he managed to shoot out the side windows, flipping out the driver and the Mafia thug next to him, probably a shooter. CJ wanted to switch cars, but it was too dangerous. Accelerating on, he managed to do a classic dummy that sent one of the Hotknifes crashing into a Walton going the other way, and finally, he threw off the last one with some neat cornering and a fast jump that took CJ over a building, landing on the other side, and effectively ending the chase.
"Thank you!" CJ yelled, before he sped off again to wait for Ken and Woozie.
It was bad enough with the Ballas. But now, maybe the Mafia had their own say on things.
