Disclaimer: I do not own GTA.

A/N: OK I'm only planning two more chapters after this one, and I think there might be less comedy, and more Drama I have to see what I can do. But I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 15: Collision Course.

The next day at the Cartel Mansion:

"What's this?" Claude hands Tommy a note, which Tommy reads. "You know a guy who can give us some answers in Portland?" Claude nods. "Well I don't have anything else better so I guess we should."

"Hey guys what's up?" Asked Carl walking up to them.

"Claude thinks we should go to Portland, he knows a guy that can help us with the Leone's."

"Yeah." Carl Agrees. "I got to get them man. For my bro."

Outside across from the mansion a man watches as the Three Kings leave cramming into a red cheetah. Max Payne starts his car to follow the three dangerous men. Going after these three was what he wanted he knew more about this trio than the mystery man 'ActionMax'. But he would still have to be cautious these were three of the most dangerous men in American History.

The Cheetah pulls up to 8-Ball's garage in Harwood. "This guy can help us?" Asked Tommy.

"This place looks run down." Added Carl.

Claude just walks to the main door, and knocks on it. 8-Ball answers the door. "Hello Mi… Oh my main man what's up I thought you were someone else. Who are these guys?"

"My names Tommy Vercetti and this is Carl Johnson."

"But yall call me C.J."

"Right." Tommy sighs. "Now Claude tells us, well actually he writes that you can give us some information on what the Leone's move against us will be. Mr?"

"The names 8-Ball and I got what you need!"

Tommy, and Carl attempt to hide there amusement. "8-Ball?"

"Yeah I know, my daddy liked to play pool." 8-Ball looks around. "Alright come in hurry you three are marked men here in Portland." They enter the house/shop, and sit at a table as 8-Ball tells them what he can. "Joey is paying crooked cops or whoever, and calling everyone to liberty. His friends in San Andreas, and even New York. Joey's starting a war against you."

"New York?" Tommy said confused. "Why would they come here for us?"

"You three are not the only one's Leone is after right now."

"What?"

"There's a cop." 8-Ball looks at the three who don't seem fazed. "But not just any cop. It's Max Payne." Tommy, and C.J. don't seem fazed but the name has caught the attention of Claude. He had heard many stories about the cop and the names he had taken down. Claude didn't fear the Payne but he knew a confrontation with him wouldn't be good for his survival. "This guy ain't a joke so just watch for him." Suddenly the doorbell rings. "Alright fellas that's all I got for you now so watch your backs." The Three men stand up, and head for the door. "Good to see you Claude." He gives him a pound.

"Thanks for you help 8-Ball." Tommy opens the door.

Misty stands in front of them. "Hey where's 8-Ball?"

"Right here baby."

She runs, and hugs him as Tommy, Carl, and Claude walk to the cheetah. "Joey never had time for me anymore so you're my number 1 now."

"Yeah that's what I like to hear."

She walks further into the house. "I can't wait."

8-Ball slowly shuts the door. "You know what they say. Once you go Black."

In the Cheetah, Tommy drives Carl has shotgun, and Claude sits in the back reading a newspaper. "Man this is fucking insane." Tommy rants. "We need to get our guns, and get ready to blow their balls off!"

Carl is distracted looking back at Claude reading the news paper. "Hey Claude can I read the paper." Claude ignores him. "Man you've been reading it all day I want to read it." Claude still ignores him. "Tommy!" Carl whines. "Yo he's not sharing the paper."

Tommy slams on the breaks causing cars behind them to do the same making them crash into each other. "What is your pricks problem?" He snatches the paper from Claude, and gives it to Carl. "Is everything okay now?" He says calmer.

Claude shrugs then takes out a book. C.J. opens the paper. "Yes thank you." Tommy starts moving again. C.J. reads the newspaper, an article catches his attention. "Shit! Tommy we need to go to Bush stadium in Staunton!"

"For what?"

"I need to visit an old friend." Carl shows Tommy the article reading. 'OG Loc to Perform as Bush stadium tonight.'

OG Loc prepares to go out on stage in a matter of minutes. "There's no way I'm going out there Kent!" He argues on a cell phone to his agent Kent Paul. "I'll get killed tonight."

"Loc buddy Ol' pal. Paulo wouldn't send you anywhere dangerous."

"You're twisted! I may be GANSTA! But in Liberty there's a 98 chance of a rap show gettin' shot up, and da rapper dead!"

Paul sighs. "Listen your on high demand in Liberty where going to make money off it. Now don't worry, and put on a good show. I'll call you later." He hangs up.

"Paul! Mother fucker!" Loc picks up a bullet-proof vest, and puts it on. "I can't die."

ActionMax, and Lazlow are discussing something as they approach OG Loc. "I don't know how you convinced me to host this stupid show anyways. I don't even know rap I'm an 80's rocker."

"Don't worry Lazlow you'll be fine." Replied ActionMax. "Ah OG Loc I'm glad you decided to come here to Liberty. I'm happy to sponsor your show."

"Uh is security ready?"

"Yes all around the stadium." They go to the center of the stage which is in the left end zone of the stadium. Fans have packed in, and start to cheer as they see Loc on stage.

"All right I'm ready to rip his up." Loc said felling better.

"Hey Jeffrey!" He turns to see C.J. followed by Tommy, and Claude. "You made it after all. Now what happened to Mad Dog?"

"What C.J!"

"O god I wished I wouldn't run into these guys again." Lazlow said to himself.

"My boys." Said ActionMax. His security guards get closer to him. "What brings you here?"

"I need to have a little talk with Jeffery here."

"It's OG Loc Carl." He replied angrily. "And Mad Dog is dead. After you suddenly disappeared he went back to the yay, and died of an OD. I've been on top ever since. Chea!"

"Fuck man! You turned your back on the hood."

"Carl now guys lets calm down, and let Loc perform I have lots of money riding on this show."

"Ok everyone freeze." They look to see Max standing on the other side of the stage with his 9mm aimed, and ready. "You're under arrest."