Ken woke up, all in a blur. He reached out for his glasses, and put them on. Heading into the kitchen, he found Woozie already there. As he grabbed a sandwich from the fridge, he began to pack his stuff. Not much, just a sports bag. However, he also hid a silenced Colt 45 hidden inside a large box of biscuits, in case things went wrong.
Waving a goodbye to Woozie, he drove to the airport to catch his flight, check-in and such. As he watched the city of Las Venturas and its magnificent casinos as the Juank Air flight took off. Several hours later, the flight finally landed at Carcer City Airport. Ken couldn't believe how disorganised the place was. There were barely any hangars, and the planes were all scattered around the place without being sorted. Rockstar Airlines, Juank Air, and a few others were all there. Shaking his head, Ken grabbed his carriage, and lugged it out to the arrivals. When he came out into a rather gloomy looking-room, he immediately bet to himself that this place was lucky to even be a city.
Looking around half-deserted room, Ken could spot a man he hadn't seen for four years. Tommy Vercetti.
"Tommy! Over here!" Ken yelled.
Tommy turned around and saw the same face, those same glasses. He grinned and waved over to his ex-lawyer.
"So, Ken, what's been going on? What's happened in Las Venturas over these last few years?" Tommy asked, once they were in a taxi.
"Just some rehab, as I said, and then that punk-ass Mafia boss Salvatore Leone made me work in his stupid dump of a "casino". And after I helped robbing it by providing info for the heist, I quit the casino. But I actually, would have preferred to stay in Las Venturas. The only problem for me in Venturas was that those Mafia people were still trying to get me."
Tommy noticed Ken was shivering.
"What happened?"
"I and this Chinese Triad dude got chased into a building by Mafia, and we had to get one of my mates, a black guy who's done me a few favours, to come and save us. His name's Carl Johnson. All of that happened yesterday. And that's why I actually decided to come here. Well, Tommy, what's been going with you?"
"I'll tell you later, but our taxi seems to be in trouble." Tommy said, noticing that the taxi had stopped and several ominous-looking men were running towards it.
"Oh shit." Ken grumbled.
"When I tell you to go, jump out of the car, ok?" Tommy asked him.
Ken looked at him, and said: "Ok."
As the men approached the car, Tommy had a closer look at them, and noticed that they wore masks. Innocentz, he thought. They were a reasonably dangerous gang separated into two divisions: a regular on, the Skullz, and the more powerful ones, the Babyfaces, which all the men here were. Two carried powerful sawn-off shotguns and two carried revolvers.
"You got a piece?" Tommy asked.
Ken nodded, pulling out his Colt 45. He didn't want to use it, but he didn't want to get killed either.
The gang members opened the door, pointing their weapons at the driver.
"This is a robbery, fool. Hand over the money," they said.
But before the driver could, Tommy intervened.
"Do you realise, that behind you, a group of Hoods are sneaking up on you?" Tommy asked.
The five gang members turned around. Immediately, Tommy punched one in the head, and kicked another one. Pulling out his Colt Python, he fired and capped one more, before quickly head-butting the last one.
"Run!" yelled Tommy to Ken.
They sprinted off, trying to lose the gang members.
"Hey Tommy? What about my luggage?" Ken asked.
"Don't worry. That taxi driver was the guy I told you about, my old colleague from Liberty. He'll sort a place for us to lie low, before we can get on hitting the Cartel." Tommy answered.
The gang members were up on their feet now, and chasing after Tommy and Ken. Luckily, they were lousy shots, and several of their shotgun blasts ended up hitting targets a lot further away from them. Pivoting around, Tommy fired his Colt Python at one, and dropped him with a well-placed bullet straight in the face. Ken managed a lucky shot that struck another in the leg. Seeing the accuracy of the two men, the remaining two Innocentz retreated back.
"Phew." Ken sighed.
"Hey, Ken! Where'd you learn to shoot like that?" Tommy asked.
"Just learnt it somehow when I was trying to hold off the Mafia guys charging into the room I was hiding in only yesterday. I found a Desert Eagle on the table and managed to kill about ten Mafia thugs running in.
"Good work." Tommy patted Ken on the shoulder, hoping to bolster Ken's confidence a bit.
"Come on, I'll page my mate, and he'll get us a place to lay low."
Jamie Evans watched as his old friend from the days working for Sonny, Tommy Vercetti, and the other man charge out of the taxi, and run off. Immediately, Jamie snapped the door shut, locked it, and floored off to give them some cover. Grabbing a concealed Colt 45, he watched carefully as Tommy and the other man flee, and watched Tommy turn around and peg one straight in the face. This surprised Jamie. Tommy was an awesome shot now. He must have been practising ever since he got out of jail. He remembered the Harwood Butcher incident that had got Tommy into prison for fifteen years, and remembered how he had been the driver for Tommy to escape. Just as he contemplated these thought, his Sumo Wordman rang. Sure enough, it was Tommy. Driving over to them, he gave a greeting. He and Tommy had already chatted before they came to pick the other man up.
"Ken? This is Jamie. He was my driver for the Harwood Butcher incident, but he got set up as well, and received five years. Jamie, this is Ken Rosenberg."
The two men shook hands.
"C'mon, Tommy, Ken, we gotta get you to a place safe. There's a little house I have. Three bedrooms, a kitchen and a small living room. We'll go lie low there for the night.
CJ was exhausted. He thought that once all this stuff had settled down with his hood, after he had killed Smoke and Grove Street had taken over much of Idelwood that life would be less hectic than it was when he had just come back. Dressing a black T-shirt, he headed outside to where the Bullet he had stolen yesterday was parked. Getting in, he drove off towards his airfield at Verdant Meadows, where he remembered he had left the Maverick from yesterday. When he arrived there, he stored the Bullet into one of the three garages he had installed there, and jumped into his Maverick, at the same place which he left it yesterday. But as he headed in, he heard the sound of a gun thump into him, and before he could say anything, everything went black.
Woozie paced around the Triad HQ. He was reminiscing the events of the last few months: from right when he first met CJ in the countryside, where Carl had showed him his talent, he had given Carl jobs, and then there was the bank heist, al that happened without flaw. But now the things look dangerous; the Da Nang Boys were getting easily kept to bay, thanks to the Triads and their superior weapons. But the worrying thing was the alliance between the Ballas and Da Nang Boys, and plus the fact that the Mafia had once again turned their attention on the Triads. Absentmindedly, he searched around in his pocket for his mobile phone, and when he found it, with traditional routine for a blind person, he twiddled around with it, until he was sure of the correct number.
Static. Giving a sigh of frustration, Woozie waited. Hearing voices, he gave a sigh of relief. But when he heard them properly, he wasn't very happy.
"Yo, what's this asshole got? A mobile phone," one voice said.
"Don't answer it. It might be one of his punk-ass friends wanting nothin' to do with the mob," the other voice implied.
The phone was snapped shut. Cursing, Woozie tucked his phone away, and wondered what had happened to CJ.
The Mafia, he thought. They probably ambushed CJ again. Hoping that he was at least okay, Woozie organised for several of his Triads to search for CJ, or where he was.
