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A/N: Hey here's another chapter, and thanks for the support.
Chapter 6: Property.
Two guards stand talking at the gates of the Cartel Mansion located in Shoreside, the remaining members of the weakened gang on alert in their fortress. "Did you see last night's episode of The Real World: Liberty City?"
"Oh my god." The other guard cries out. "I couldn't believe that he way gay man. I was shocked."
"That show Sucks!"
The two guards turned to see C.J. approaching them from across the street. "What you say man."
"Those shows are for morons who dress like Crocodile Dundee."
"Oh look what we got here lonely South hooder. Were going to kill you."
"Nah man I'm representing Grove Street Los Santos."
"You're a long way from Los Santos gringo." The two guards go for their 9mms, C.J. notices this reaching behind his back taking out his dueling Mac 10 Uzi's.
He dives forward spraying bullets toward the guards catching them even before they could fire a shot. C.J. stands up, and looks down at his weapons. "Yeah that's what I'm talking about." He walks over to the outpost in front of the gates opening them.
A Bobcat speeds through the open gateway stopping right in front of the mansion door, Tommy gets out of the vehicle armed with a Colt Python. He walks to the front door kicking it open coming face to face with a group of angry Colombian's armed with AK-47's. Tommy nails the one in the front right between the eyes the others stared as he fell back dead. Tommy then backed out of the door way out of view. "Get the American!"
The remaining charged out of the mansion immediately regretting it as Claude stands in the back of the Bobcat holding a military issue M60. He smirked right before he opened fire bullets tearing through the gang members. Suddenly gunfire rained down on the bobcat from Cartel members on the balconies, Fido returned fire. "Claude you finish those pricks up there I'll start finishing off the pricks inside!"
Tommy ran through the door looking for Cartel members, which he found at the end of a hallway three using an overturned desk for protection. Tommy could only peek down the hall as their assault riffles were more then him with his lone colt but he knew he still had the edge. The Cartel goons were spooked, they wouldn't try anything brave against him. "Shit." But he was still was suppressed by their weapons.
"Having problems?" Carl stood next to him.
"Damn were did you come from? Anyways yeah I got three here but you can't get down the hall."
"I got you." C.J. holds a grenade in his hand. "Adios!" He throws it down the hall, it lands right in front of the Colombians exploding. C.J. looks down the hall to see the destruction, and smoke. "KAAAAAY!" He does his best Tony Montana impersonation.
"Let's finish these guys off." Tommy and C.J. continue there way through the house.
Outside two Cartel members have exited the mansion in an attempted to escape. They run to the garage outside, and get into a Cartel Cruiser. Before they even start the car one spots Fido in the driveway holding something. "What the hell does he have?" Claude takes the cigarette he had been smoking out of his mouth flicking it away then to the Colombian's fear raising a bazooka. Before they can even start the car up he fires destroying the garage with a great explosion. He lowers the weapon.
"Damn man." C.J. followed by Tommy approaches Claude. "You sure do know how to make a scene." Claude nods.
"Well guys great work we kicked the shit out of them." Tommy looks at the mansion. "I say this is a nice place for the taking. It's not like these pricks need it anymore."
"Yeah it's our property now."
"Yeah but we need to clean up."
"Shit."
Hours later the three killers were now cleaning the mansion up, the bodies, and other things associated with the Cartel. C.J. followed by Claude entered a large room in the mansion. "This must be the master bedroom." C.J. walked over to a dresser picking up a picture. "Holy Shit Catalina?" The picture was her, Cesar, and a few other family members. "Hey man whatever happened to her. Fido did the cut through sign with his hands, C.J understood. "Damn she's dead, I figured someone would kill her sooner or later."
Fido leaves the room. As he leaves C.J. opens a dresser drawer, he finds more pictures of Catalina's. There are some of her, and some big Colombian guy, her, and Claude. To his surprise he finds one of her with him in it. "She kept these."
He finds a diary turning to her last entry. "I killed Claude tonight, I am now in relations with Miguel. Claude was just to small time for me, I hope Miguel will bring some excitacion (Excitement) to my life as we will take Liberty. But I will never forget Carl, my partner in crime, and my lover. Just too bad he was scared of the love I offered! He was more like a Fu…" Carl slams the diary shut.
He puts the diary back but spots a few other photos, ones of a night he would have liked to forget about. That night in her cabin in Red County was where she showed Carl what she was made of. Unknown to Carl Tommy walks into the room, and looks over his shoulder. "Hey what's up Car… Holy hell!"
"AHH!" Carl hides the photos behind his back. "Hey Tom."
"What is going on in that picture?"
"Nothing man."
"C'mon let me see." Tommy holds out his hand. Carl hesitates but finally hands him the photos. Tommy chuckles looking through them. "I fell sorry for you man. It looks to me like you were the bitch."
Carl angrily snatches the photos from his hand. "You don't understand man, this bitch was crazy." Suddenly the doorbell rings. "Who the hell can that be?"
They gathered around the front door with 9mm's ready to grab from behind just in case. Claude opened the door to reveal ActionMax, and four of his body guards. "Sup guys. Nice place you found here. It seems I'm going to need you sooner than I thought."