The two Cartel Cruisers were veering, following the Perennial at every turn. Tommy decided to let them be, and readied his Tec-9 in case things got any nastier than what was going on now.
"Now to find the Cartel base." Tommy said to himself.
The Perennial headed through the streets, the Cartel Cruisers following closely behind. Tommy pretended that he hadn't noticed them. But as he crossed an intersection, he pulled off a sharp U-turn, and sped back the other way. As the Cartel Cruisers followed, Tommy slid down the window, and opened up with a big drive-by. The Cartel Cruisers were too busy focusing on turning that the bullets slammed into the side of one vehicle, and blew it up. Surprised with the lucky shot that must have connected with the gas panel, Tommy sped off. The other car gave chase. Damn! Tommy thought to himself. The Perennial had some decent features, but the Cruiser was made for chasing and ramming. It had better durability, acceleration and handling.
But just as Tommy was starting to get nervous for a plan, his hands closed in on something rather unexpected in the glove department: a couple of remote grenades pinned to a detonator. He grinned. Checking for any other firepower, he found none, so he shoved his Colt Python in his pocket and slowly, unpinned the bomb, and dropped it on the driver seat. Hitting the gas, he accelerated along, getting the cruiser close enough to catch the mainstream of his little surprise. Just as if it looked the Cartel Cruiser would win, Tommy bailed. This surprised the Cartel driver, but he had to keep on moving forwards, having built up too much forward momentum to turn, otherwise he would spin out. The now-driverless Perennial continued to speed on, as the Cruiser tried to turn, but slid out of control, and towards the Perennial. Giving a one last mock 'sayonara' sign, Tommy detonated the bomb in the Perennial. Watching both vehicles blow up, Tommy wiped a drop of sweat that had developed on his brow, and went off to find a suitable car to jack.
He found on later. A regular Kuruma, nice sturdy car with good acceleration and handling, useful enough for escapes. Driving along, he eventually found the location to the Cartel base. It was a house, but there were four guards at the entrance, all with AK-47s, and two Cartel Cruisers as a roadblock. Further in, there were at least twenty guards scattered around the house, all holding what looked to be M4s or shotguns. It was going to be a difficult escape. The only up side was that killing the guards at the entrance without attracting any other Cartel was easy, as the entrance of the house wasn't too close to the house itself. Tommy steadied his Colt Python, trying a four-way path, until he could point from one target to another quickly and efficiently.
Tommy opened fire. With his practice and accuracy, he pegged the four guards pretty quickly, although two started firing everywhere before he killed them. Immediately, Tommy crept up to the two Cartel Cruisers forming a roadblock. The doors were open, and luckily, Tommy found a Cartel outfit in one of them. Tommy quickly changed into the Cartel shirt, with his regular one underneath. Grabbing the AK-47s of the guards, and dragging their bodies away, he headed on into the house.
The important thing was to make sure he made everybody know that he was a part of the guards, not a man trying to push them out of an operation. He headed in, AK-47 in hand. A few of the Cartel men gave him strange looks as he headed through the door of the house. Inside was another load of Cartel standing around, doing nothing. They all carried MP5s. Tommy walked past them, and through another room. In that room, stood two Cartel guarding the door into presumably, another room, both of them with dual-MP5s. Tommy hid from them, and pulled out his Colt 45 with a silencer. He fired two shots, aiming carefully for the head. Both of the guards dropped without a whimper. Tommy dragged their bodies under a nearby table, grabbed their MP5s and their key-card, and opened the door.
As Tommy guessed, the former Cartel leader was there. There were several bruises on his forehead and a scar developed on his arm. But before the man could say anything, Tommy asked him:
"Do you know Jamie Evans?"
The man nodded, and then asked:
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm one of Jamie's former friends in the days of the Mafia. I've come to get you out of here. I'm just wearing this Cartel outfit as a disguise."
The man nodded again.
"Okay. I'm Mike Jenson. Let's get out of here."
Tommy handed him the MP5 he had, and they headed off. But as they readied themselves for a hail of gunfire, Mike said:
"Hey, do you want to try something?"
"What do you mean?" Tommy asked.
"There's an explosive room of gas at the bottom of this house. We could set that thing to blow and BOOM! A load of Cartel dead."
"Well, at least change into these clothes." Tommy replied.
A minute later, the two disguised men were sprinting down to the bottom of the house, where large tankers of gas stood. After sneaking up and killing the two Cartel standing there, they walked into the room.
"Just a small amount of firepower can set this thing to blow. You got anything?" Mike asked.
Tommy took out his remaining remote grenade, and dropped it on the floor of the room. Then, they headed back up to the entrance of the house, trying to stay as calm as they could. As they headed out to the Kuruma that was still parked nearby, they took off their Cartel disguises, tossed them on the road, before Tommy casually activated the detonator, and watched the house blow up.
"C'mon, let's get back to Jamie's place before we attract any more attention." Tommy said.
With that, the Kuruma sped off.
It was a relief to be back in the hood, after the hellish massacre of the Mafia mansion. CJ chatted with his fellow OG members, spent time mucking around eating fast food, and went of the gym a couple of times.
But Carl got back into the action a few days later. The Vagos were making a massive attack on Aztecas turf, something they had probably been stocking up for at least a month. It was a pretty big scale of attack, with what seemed good organisation. Two-pronged attacks were made with several men using Uzis and M4s, followed up by a support and demolition team of three men with rocket launchers.
CJ got into his newly-bought helicopter, and he flew up onto a rooftop where he could easily spot the warring gangs. Pulling out his PSG-1, he aimed at several Vagos firing at the Aztecas, popping their heads with nicely-placed headshots. The Vagos could just watch as their men had their heads blown off by powerful sniper rounds, and their ground offensive capped off. Just as the last Vagos fell, CJ received a call from Sweet.
"Damn! That Vagos attack I think was only a decoy! They've kidnapped Cesar or something!"
Carl cursed. The war was not over yet. Along with the Ballas and the Da Nang Boys, they had the Vagos, and the Mafia.
Shaking his head, Carl reloaded his PSG-1, and flew back to his house.
End note: Another short chapter finished, oh, and it MIGHT be a while before this story is updated any more. I'll consider it. Thanks for all the reviews and keep on reviewing too!
