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A/N: lordmasterkris were not idiots or you're not at least.

Chapter 10: The Agent: Carl's Night.

"Carl Remember what I told you I will always be watching, and listening! You thought you could give me the slip, you had me for the last 13 years but I've found you." Mike Toreno's voice continues through the radio.

"Who the fuck is that?" Asked Tommy.

"Its bad news!" Carl jumps out of the cruiser.

"And don't think I don't know about you Vercetti you, and your drug operation's in Florida." Tommy also freaked out jumps out of the cruiser leavening Claude sitting in the back. "And you in the back! Well I really don't know you but you're on my list now." Claude gets out walking over to Carl, and Tommy.

"Who is this guy Carl, and how does he know my name?"

"He's a government agent." Explained C.J. "Knowing him there's some shit that he wants me to clean up."

"Exactly!" Toreno is standing in the bed of the Cartel Cruiser, he looks exactly the same as he did in the early 90's dressed the same to. "Where ya been Carl."

"Damn man I thought you said you would stop bothering me."

"Yeah but what would this country be like if the government kept its word." Toreno jumps out of the truck. "Quite a crew you got here Carl working with thee Tommy Vercetti."

"Listen pal I don't know who you are but we don't have to do shit for you or the government."

"Uh ok but its not you I want I just want Carl here for a job that's if he wants to."

"What?" Carl says confused. "You're giving me the option?"

"Of course." Toreno walks over to Carl putting his arm around his shoulder. "But then he would never hear the info I have on his brother sweet."

"What. You know what's happened to sweet?" Asked Carl.

"Yeah since for some reason you don't know I will inform you but of course you have to do a little favor for me."

"Don't do it C.J!" Tommy chimes in. "This guys trouble."

C.J. thinks for a second. "Sorry homies but I need to find out what happened to my bro."

"Good choices now let's go." A black Sentinel with the license plate number 'OMEGA' pulls up Toreno, and C.J. get in the back, and it pulls away.

Tommy looks at Claude. "Can you believe that prick? Now what?"

Four hours later Carl is sitting in the driver's seat of the black sentinel sleeping as it is parked on the first floor of the multi-story car park on Staunton Island. Toreno walks up to the drivers side door opening it up then slamming it as hard as he could waking up C.J. "Ahh! Shit Toreno!"

"Alright enough sleep. Have you ever heard the expression you can sleep when you're dead?"

"That's going to come true with me working for you." Carl rolls down the window. "What's this job already man, I've just been sitting here for hours."

"Bait."

"Bait?"

"Yes you're going to be the bait." Toreno says with an evil smile.

"I hate this!"

"There's a hit man out on me, can you believe that someone has the balls to put a hit on me. Those dictators overseas have had enough of me it seems. And before you complain they want to wipe out anyone who ever has been associated with me, and that includes you."

"This guy's after me to?"

"Yes. You're the lucky one who's going to kill him."

"Lucky me." C.J. rolls his eyes. "How will I know when this hit man is on to me?"

"Believe me Carl you'll know. Drive around in my car, draw him out, and do your job. Good luck." Toreno walks away from the car.

"Damn man." C.J. rubs his eyes looks up to see Toreno has disappeared. "How does he do that?" With a sigh C.J. starts the car. "Oh well here goes nothing." He pulls the car out of the garage toward the Callahan Bridge, which C.J. takes to Portland. He drives through China Town to the road on the outskirts of Portland passing Mr. Wong's Launderette.

Suddenly an orange Monster Truck speeds up behind Carl. "You got to be kidding me!" He speeds up quickly as the Monster approaches to crush his car. C.J turns into the Redlight District, then speeds through Hepburn Heights, and into Harwood driving down to the car crusher. He gets out of the Sentinel, and looks around. "Woo I lost him. For now." C.J. pops the trunk. "Did Toreno leave me any presents? Yes." He takes an AK-47 out the trunk. "I like to see that Monster come at me again!"

To Car's surprise the Monster fly's off the road down to the crusher, C.J. jumps out of the way just in time as it lands on the sentinel crushing it. The Monster drives, and turns around preparing to run over C.J. He raises the AK, and fires away most of the clip into the front of the Truck stopping it. "Yeah!" The door of the Monster opens, and a large man jumps out. He is the size of C.J. with long brown hair, he is dressed like a cowboy, with an eye patch over his left eye. C.J. starts to laugh. "Oh I didn't a sheriff was after me."

"The names Randy Bako." He says with a Russian accent. "Carl Johnson. You have worked for Mike Toreno. Now I will kill you."

"I don't think so." Carl fires at the large Russian's chest hitting him but he just absorbs the bullets. "What the hell?"

"Body armor comrade"

"Ok." Carl raises the rifle to take a head shot but the gun doesn't fire. "Shit!"

"Your ass is mine."

"Your one of those guys who's been to prison right." Randy is angry he raises his hand showing his weapon. "Is that a grenade launcher?"

"Yes it is!"

Carl acts quickly as Randy fires a grenade at him jumping to the side he gets away from the explosion but the shockwave catches him throwing him hard into an old Moonbeam. "Ugh. Damn." He lies rubbing his head.

The large Russian stands over Carl now holding a desert eagle aimed at his head. "Goodnight."

C.J. stares down the barrel of the gun speechless, he flinches as a gunshot rings out. Carl opens his eyes realizing he is still alive, he looks up at the Russian whose head has been blown off. Blood squirts from the top right before the body falls on its back. "What now." C.J. stands up confused. Claude walks up from behind him holding a sniper rifle, he taps on Carl's shoulder startling him. "Claude what the? Was that you that got him?" Claude nods. "Thanks man that was some shot. But where the hell did you come from?" Claude just points over his shoulder. "Whatever man I'm glad you came. Hey where's Tommy?" He shrugs.

"Good work guys." Toreno has been standing behind them. "Carl this quiet guy is great, I'm going to keep my eye on you."

"Yo Toreno I did my part now give me the info on my bro!"

"Yes for once your right Carl I do need to tell you what happened." Toreno looks uneasily. "Your brother 'Sweet' is dead."

"WHAT!"

"After you 'disappeared' Sweet blamed Salvatore Leone, and the MAFIA. He wasn't too bright, he attempted to take them on the Mob head on. Your buddy's Cesar and Woozie wouldn't support him. He want to Las Venturas with only a few of you 'boy's' from Grove Street. He didn't stand a chance."

"What the Fuck Toreno you make me do all that to hear that!" Claude is holding C.J. back.

"Calm down Carl."

A limousine drives down the road, and pulls up next to the three men, ActionMax steps out of the back. "Everyone calm down!"

"You picked the right time to show yourself mother fucker!" Carl yells as Claude still holds him back.

"Don't worry C.J. when I send you back that will be prevented."

"We better get sent back soon or I'm gona!" He didn't continue the threat.

"Fido or Claude. Why don't you go, and bring C.J. back to your mansion I need to talk with our friend Mike Toreno here." Claude nods escorting an angry C.J. up the hill to a red Cheetah. ActionMax gives his attention to Toreno. "Toreno! I thought I paid you, and your government pals off to stay away from my affairs."

"Yes you might have but you need to remember C.J. was mine first."

"He's working for me now so stay away."

"Sure thing kid." Said Toreno with a smirk. "Now don't go thinking your untouchable we can get to you too." ActionMax stands uninitiated. "I control Carl, he's my bitch."

"Whatever."

Toreno looks at his watch. "Woops time to go. I'll see you around ActionMax."

Toreno turns around to get in the moonbeam, there is a 'Kick Me' sign taped on his back as he gets in then drives away. "Ha, ha I love getting the last laugh."

Meanwhile Claude has arrived at the mansion with a much calmer Carl. "Damn man that is a nice ride where the hell did you get it?" Claude doesn't answer he points up the driveway. Tommy is lying there out cold on his back. "Tommy." They run up to him as he starts to regain consciousness, he looks beat up. "Tommy man what the hell happened to you?"

"Oh my Fucking head." Is his only response.

A/N:

ActionMax sits in his office at his desk with a smug look on his face. "Hello there my loyal fans. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it was more Action, and Drama than comedy. But I promise next chapter will be funnier, and will give you the answers I bet you're looking for right now. Such as what happened to Tommy, and what Claude was up to. But in a few days I will be on vacation in Florida for spring break."

Tommy burst into the room. "Florida. Are you going to Vice City?"

"No."

"Don't lie to me Actionmax. I don't want you messing around with my assets down there."

"No relax." He gets his attention back to the reviewers. "I just wanted to say that I might post one more chapter up before I leave but I'll only be gone for a week so if this isn't updated in a while please do not panic."

Tommy cuts in. "You better hurry back they want to find out what the fuck has happened to me."

"Yes they will. But right now I want to thank Kity Gaby, Lordmasterkris, and DoWriter12 for continuing support of the fic. Plus the new comers I see my heart is black, and Red County State trooper. Peace out."