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Chapter 12: Pain or Pleasure: Claude'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 admiring its beauty. With his fingers crossed he pulled on the handle hoping it would open easily. Satisfaction filled Claude as he opened the door, the cheetah was now his 'morons' he though, these people who don't lock their doors in this city. He went down to hotwire the car. A smirk crossed his face as he heard the purr of the engine. 'What to do?' He thought. He hasn't had time to do the things he liked lately with the ActionMax guy, and being around Carl, and Tommy this was his night to rule Liberty Again.
He returned to Portland, his old stomping grounds, what to do first. He rode down to the docks spotting a prostitute, it was time for some action.
40 minutes later…
The Cheetah rocks back and forth under the Callahan Bridge by the diner. It starts to rock faster showing its close to the end, then suddenly the prostate leaves the car then starts to walk away counting the money she took. Claude jumps out of the car with a baseball bat running behind the prostitute to beat her with the bat. After she is killed, beaten into a bloody pulp Claude picks up the money getting it back.
Hours later…
Ok Claude was now bored, he couldn't think of anything else to do standing across from the hospital with his cheetah parked in the alley. He had already dealt with the prostitute, grabbed a bite to eat at Greasy Joes Diner, killed a pizza delivery guy stealing his scooter, throwing the pizza's on police cars at the station, went to a strip club, stole a fire truck, starting fires so he could put them out with the fire truck, and fucked with the triads. But now he was running out of ideas. A light bulb popped up over his head, this would be funny.
He dumps the fish heads he stole from the triads in a box with a small remote bomb, he writes the address to send them to ActionMax at Love Media. He doesn't want to kill Action Max, but mess up his office. He crosses the street with the box walking toward a mailbox when an orange Monster runs him over the box is sent flying off into the distance. Claude lies on the ground 'wasted.'
A paramedic runs out of the hospital to Claude, and starts pounding on his chest in an attempt to fix him up. "Breathe dam-it!" The paramedic is successful, and brings Claude back to life. The paramedic walks back to the hospital. "Nine more miracles and I'll be a saint."
Claude stands up with one thing on his mind now. Revenge. He will find that truck, and its owner to make them pay. He runs to the cheetah wanting to stay on the hot trail.
After searching Claude has managed to find the culprit in Harwood thanks to the sounds of gunfire. He stands at the top of a hill watching a battle unfold the man in monster truck looking like a cowboy vs. Carl who is in trouble as he has just been thrown against a van by an explosion. Claude reaches into the cheetah pulling out a sniper rifle preparing it to be fired.
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." 'Oh Shit' is what Claude thinks listening to Toreno, and Carl arguing. Carl goes for Toreno but for some reason Claude holds him back, and does the same as ActionMax arrives.
"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 his red Cheetah. On the way back to the mansion Carl was mad going on about his brother, and Grove Street. Claude was just mad he wasn't able to mail that box of fish heads.
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.