What the hell was that? A stick. No, a hammer. No, a club. What the hell's going on? Carl thought to himself.
Then everything flicked back on to him. He woke up in a dark and gloomy room. There was a small table next to him, but apart from that, it was deserted. Slowly picking himself up, his head rather sore, CJ went to open the door. It was locked. Cursing, CJ kicked the door, and started walking around, looking for something to do. As he inspected the cracks on the walls of the room, he heard a click of a key, and the door opened. Two Mafia men holding guns came in.
"You're awake. Get up, you no-good gangster ass. We're taking you to see the Don," one of them said.
Grumpily, CJ obliged, and they headed off. But as one of the guards went to open another door, CJ punched one in the face and then followed it up with a knee in the stomach, before seizing the guard's gun and diving out of the way as the other one fired at him. The bullets missed him, barely, and CJ turned around, aiming the rifle at the guard, and shooting him in the face. Then turning around, he shot the other guard, now unconscious on the floor. Reloading his weapon, CJ noticed that it was a .22, rather weak, but it had plenty of penetrating power, maybe even more than a Colt .45, which was the weapon the other guard had dropped. There was also a silencer, which CJ wondered why the guard had even put on.
He reloaded his weapons, and grabbed the guard's key card before he headed into the next room. Nobody. He continued on, working his way through this place, which seemed to be a massive mansion of some sort that included jail cells. However, as Carl crept into the next room, he found three guards holding AK-47s.
"Damn," Carl whispered to himself.
Readying his Colt 45 with silencer on, he fired at one of the guards, and hit him in the back of the head. CJ had to contain a laugh at the Guards and their stupidity as they spun around, and saw nothing. Readying his .22 rifle again, he managed to pick both of them off with well-placed headshots; although CJ thought that his shots might have attracted more attention.
Switching the .22 for the AK-47 and ammo that the three guards had dropped, CJ headed up these stairs, and into another room. This time, CJ expected tougher resistance. Five men were all hanging around the room, three with AK-47s, and two with MP5s. Plenty of firepower to pick up, if he made it through this room. But where was the exit anyway? Still, CJ preferred to clear up a whole massive mansion of Mafia rather than find the exit, only to get ambushed by the Mafia right at the end, like it had happened to him yesterday. His thoughts were interrupted by a bullet striking the wall right next to where he was hiding. Thinking he had been discovered, CJ crept back behind the door, but he heard the Mafia men laughing, and assumed they were just having a target shot. Heading back up the stairs, and waiting for the Mafia men to finish their target shooting, CJ dived out and gave them some proper target shooting. He fired his AK-47, aiming at the men slowly and methodically. Two were taken down by his fire, before he rolled into cover. Taking a few seconds to wait to see if any Mafia came by to find him, he peeked around the corner again, and capped a couple more with skilfully placed shots with his silenced Colt 45, before switching to his AK-47 and pumping lead into the last one.
Picking up the powerful MP5s, and the AK-47 ammo, he continued upstairs, searching for some kind of rooftop. Going into the next room guns blazing, he took down the two men placed at the door with his AK-47, and cleared out the small number of Mafia. From then on, it was charge in, shoot, take cover, shoot more, pick up ammo and then rinse and repeat. CJ cleared out room after room of Mafia, until he finally went through a hallway that looked to be going up to the helipad. As he headed up, he spotted Salvatore Leone and two of his bodyguards with M4s go running up to the helicopter, and try to fly off. CJ charged out o the roof, and fired a burst with his AK-47, and managed to take out the two guards hanging on each side of the helicopter shooting at him, but the helicopter managed to stay intact.
Carl sighed. He needed to go all the way through those rooms again and find some exit. But as he was about to head back downstairs, he noticed another Bell Maverick waiting for him. CJ sprinted for it, and found that it was his helicopter with his mobile phone on the seat, but it seemed to be rigged with a bomb or something, as it had wires strewn all over it. So CJ grabbed his phone, and ran back down into the Mafia fortress. After blasting his way through several more rooms full of Mafia reinforcements, he spotted a nearby Sentinel, which was unlocked, and so he got in, and drove off.
But the Mafia still weren't finished. About twelve Mafia Sentinels came flying out from nowhere and started giving chase. Once again, Carl was in a sticky situation, with having to outrun and outdrive cars that were both faster, and had better handling and control than he had. The best bet for him was to hold off the Mafia Sentinels until they reached Triad turf, where the Triads and their AK-47s could pick some Mafia off. But that was still a while to go, so CJ prepared himself. He sped off along the streets, using his corners and turns well. But the fact was that the Mafia Sentinels were outgunning the lone Sentinel car in every department, except the driver, in which was the only chance CJ had. He needed to test out how good drivers those Mafia were. If they were ace ones, he would have a tough time shaking them off. But if they were close to average, Carl had a chance of tricking them into Triad turf. As he sped off through another street, he tempted the Mafia Sentinels into trying to sandwich him, by throwing a couple of fake turns as if he was in two minds. The Sentinels took the bait. Half of them raced off the other direction that CJ was heading, in order to try and sandwich him.
Grinning to himself, CJ forged on, speeding along the street. Other cars were still driving normally, oblivious to the high-speed chase involving one singular car against several mob cars. Carl was hitting 120 kilometres an hour constantly. Then he could spot the six Mafia Sentinels heading towards him. Peering into the rear windscreen, CJ could spot the other six tailing him sharply. Carl slowed the pace a bit, but as they got nearer, he once again hit the accelerator. It was going to be a head-on collision followed up by a six-way rear-end. But at the last moment, CJ pulled out a sharp U-turn, and several of the Sentinels collided with a sickening crunch.
CJ had a bit of time now to lose the Mafia Sentinels while they were trying to untangle themselves and reorganise. He burnt rubber for the nearest Pay 'N Spray, which was handily placed nearby. But as he was about to drive n, he realised he had no money. But luckily enough for him, the auto-repair men gave the spray to him for free, as they didn't want an army of Mafia Sentinels charging into their shed, and that they knew CJ well, since he called in often and gave them an extra tip sometimes. CJ sighed, then picked up his cell phone and phoned Woozie. He had just decimated a massive mansion of the Mafia from the inside.
Tommy woke up at dawn. He couldn't get to sleep last night, thinking about what was going to be like in Carcer. The city was in chaos, the police and SWAT teams still fighting gangs and the Cartel starting to scatter all around. Even in the house at night, Tommy could hear the faint shots of a Colt 45, or the rapid-fire of an Uzi or M16, a few screams as the citizens of Carcer City wondered what would happen next. He slipped on his Hawaiian t-shirt that he had worn ever since he had arrived in Vice City six years ago, and went into the kitchen to look for something to eat. Jamie was asleep on the couch, TV remote control in his hand. Shaking his head, Tommy grabbed a sandwich from the fridge, and ate it in two bites.
When Ken and Jamie woke up about two hours later, Tommy had been watching TV, flicking through random channels.
"Hey Tommy, there's this guy who's one of my mates, he's a Cartel member and he's been feeding info to the newly-installed police that doesn't seem to be as corrupt as the old one was. But the problem is, the Cartel's found him out and he's being detained in this house. Rescue him, and we could have those Colombians in a load of trouble." Jamie said.
"Yeah, okay, but let me have an exploration of this grubby city. It shouldn't be too long either." Tommy replied, before grabbing his Colt Python and heading outside.
As Tommy drove along in the Perennial that was parked outside the safe house, he saw a couple of Cartel Cruisers turn and begins to tail him.
"Oh man." Tommy muttered.
He wondered if the Cartel were the ones who shot down the copter, and if they knew he was in this city. Whatever the answer was, it was there to be found out.
End note: Sorry if it finished up early, just trying to set a limit of between 1200-1800 words per chapter. Next Chapter up soon! Please keep on reviewing!
