Disclaimer: All of this belongs to Rockstar. Not me.
A/N: First off I want to apologize to Adoptedthug for not mentioning you last chapter. You have been a loyal reader as well, and very happy to see new reviewers. Plus remember the mansion that Claude, and Carl went to is the Cartel mansion which they acquired by force. Enjoy.
Chapter 11: Back to the Bar: Tommy's Night.
After Toreno, and C.J. leave in the Black Sentinel:
Tommy looks at Claude. "Can you believe that prick? Now what?" Claude is distracted by a red cheetah parked a few feet from them. "You know what forget both of you! I'm going to find way out of Liberty."
Claude waves him off as if saying 'whatever before he walks toward the cheetah.
Tommy walks over to a payphone next to the airport in an attempt to contact his boys in Vice City. "Let's try this again, Operator Vice City." Tommy is connected to his mansion. "Mario! Thank god I got through" There is a pause. "It's Tommy Vercetti! I know it's been 19 years. No I don't care about your sister right now you need to come get me! Does the copter still work? Good, I'm in…"
"Your call has been disconnected." The operator cuts in.
"Damn!" Tommy slams the phone down. "We'll I'm going back to the bar."
Max Payne sits at the diner in Chinatown sipping on coffee with a folder consisting of info, and pictures that have to do with his case. Max is after three men who have massive criminal backgrounds, two who disappeared many years ago suddenly reappearing in Liberty all working together. According to a source in the Leone Mafia the three men have gotten on the bad side of the Mob which wasn't smart Max knew. He examined the pictures one a picture of a mystery man some call the Reaper but is also known as Fido, which causes Max to raise am eyebrow to them.
He moves on to a picture of Carl 'C.J.' Johnson, who Max had heard of a little but not much because of Carl being on the west coast. Then a picture of the one he was the most familiar with Tommy Vercetti, the crime lord from Vice City. But this troubled Max, how could Vercetti still be causing problems himself these days he would be over 50 by now. Max then moved on to the final photo Joey Leone son of the late Don Salvator Leone. Since he was the only one Max knew the location of he would question him first. But it would be tough though, he was "like a ref going in the middle of two boxers to break them up who are swinging violently. Large, Hard swin."
"You okay honey?" Max looks up to an older female waitress. "Who are you talking to?"
"No one!" Max looks disturbed, he grabs his stuff then runs out of the diner.
"Hey he forgot to pay!"
"Salvator Leone's Gentlemen's club." Max pulls up in his car parking next to a Mafia Sentinel. He walks up to the club two Mafia guards standing in front of him.
"What do you want pal?"
"Detective Payne." He shows them his badge. "I just for a word with Joey Leone."
"He's not seeing anybody right now especially cops."
"Fellas the detective just wants to talk." Joey stands at the top of the steps. "Detective Payne? The Max Payne you are welcome into my club." Joey leads him inside going to the bar. "Liberty must really need help bringing you guys all the way from New York. Would you like a drink detective?"
"No thank you." Max could feel Joey trying to make friendly with him. "You seem to have no problem with a cop entering your territory."
"No problem at all." He said with a smirk. "They think I'm a gangster or something. Just because they suspected my father of being one, which was bullshit! Like I've said before I'm just a car guy. Except now I just inherited all my fathers stuff. Ya know it's fucked up."
Max is speechless after Joey's rampage. "Okay. I wanted to ask you if you have ever met these three men I am after." He shows him the pictures of the Three Kings.
"Only this guy. Carl Johnson he worked with me in my garage years ago but I haven't seen him since."
Max looked around the room knowing he couldn't do anything else. "Thanks for your time Mr. Leone."
"No problem. Good luck with your case detective Payne."
Max walks back to his car. 'That was as useful as male nipples.' He stops shaking off that last thought.
Meanwhile Tommy has returned to the bar in the Red Light District from the night of the riot. He is once again drunk. "Hey bartender give me, me another!"
The big bartender hesitates then gives him another beer. "This is your last buddy you've been here for hours."
"Hey I'll tell you when I'm done mister!" He yells angrily, the bartender walks away shaking his head. "Wait I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell. Oh well I need to drain the dragon. I'll be back." He lets out a large burp then stumbles to the men's room. He walks in going for the stall, which he immediately regrets. "What the Hell!"
"Hey man what the Fuck! I see you American's don't knock." A man with British accent yells sitting on the toilet. It is Maccer (from GTA: SA) doing the inappropriate thing he does wherever he wants. "Do you mind?"
"That's fucked up man!" Tommy looks away in disgust. "I'll just use the girl's room."
"Yeah you should ya wanka, oooh yeas c'mon."
"Liberty is messed up."
Out in the bar the bartender is cleaning a few glasses in peace until he hears a crack. He looks to see eggs have been thrown at his brand new window, which causes anger to shoot right through the man. "Damn kids!" He reaches under the bar this time pulling out bazooka. "These kids are dead." He runs out of the bar.
Tommy exits the bathroom walking back into the bar. "I'm back and thirsty for more." He sits down drinking the beer again not even noticing that the bartender has left.
The door of the bar opens, and five men walk into the bar but Tommy still doesn't notice anything besides his beer. "Tommy Vercetti." Tommy spins to face who has called his name but ends up spinning off the chair landing on his face he looks up to see Luigi, his partner Mick, and Nick along with two Mafia soldiers. "The Legendary Tommy Vercetti flat on his face huh. Do you recognize me?"
Tommy stands up surprised. "Luigi? Holy shit Luigi Goterelli? Last time I saw you where a younger guy you used to spit shine our shoes when the Forelli's and Leone's would have meeting shit like that."
Luigi is pissed. "Look here Vercetti I'm in no mood for bullshit! One of my girls was killed tonight so I'm not in a good mood."
"You should know Vercetti that the Leone's and Forelli's haven't seen eye to eye in a long time, not since you killed 11 of our guys in the 70's." Nick cuts in.
"Oh shit that's not good for me." Tommy realizes. "Hey." He says with a long pause. "How did you guys find me?"
"I'm right across the street!" Luigi points annoyed. "Let's make this short. If you help us Vercetti then the Don Joey Leone is willing to forgive your crimes against us if you just take care of your two friends."
"Think about it with them or live join us." Said Nick. "We know about your vendetta against Sony Forelli, and how they screwed you."
Tommy thought about this. "Uh what if I was to say no?"
"Then Mick." With a snap of his fingers Mick stepped forward. Tommy could see what was coming, and with out a second though he swung at the big man but he caught his fist with no effort.
"Shit." Mick punches Tommy in the chest with the other hand sending him flying through a table. Coughing as he sits up.
Nick stands over him with a 9mm aimed at his head. "Get up." Tommy does as he's told. "I'm not going to kill you now Vercetti. When I do I want you to be sober, at your best. But for now think about our offer." He puts a card in a pocket in Tommy's shirt. "And get a new shirt."
"Hey." Before Tommy can finish Mick slams a chair over his head knocking him out cold.
"You two." Luigi calls the two soldiers. "Take this guy back to the Cartel place okay. We'll give him time to make his choice."
An hour later.
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: Next chapter is Claude's Night Out.