Episode II
Snake became weightless as he dropped over the edge of the plane, falling through the frosty cold air, plummeting down towards the blobs of grey buildings below.
Behind him fell Leon, quite a ways away; they would not land in the same area, they would land remotely near each other. Passing though a cloud, the world was seen briefly through a pink lens. Snake quickly dropped closer to the ground.
As he neared the ground, he pulled hard on the rip cord, slamming into the air as his parachute opened up.
Five minutes had passed, close to the ground, sparks of yellow flew through the sky at him. Blinks of fire shot out around every corner. Sound was never ending in the background as there were constant gunfire, and the occasional explosion, some much larger than others, which sending shock waves through Snakes body.
Snake neared a bridge, four cars were parked up and down a road, a house covered in fire. A group of three men were captured by a group of around thirteen soldiers?
Still floating through the cold winter air, Snake drew his M4 which was strapped to the side of his backpack. Hardly able to aim, he fired at the group of men, three fell to the ground as bloody corpses. It was in no time later that the group was eliminated, left behind as bloody bodies on a road.
The streets were littered with shell casings, blood, weapons, and civilian and communists bodies. A few civilians were fighting back.
Snake landed, the group of three stared at a mysterious man to them. Snake took off his back pack, the sound of rustling equipment rang as he took of his mask and vest, only to reveal another mask, a ski mask with an earpiece on.
Equipment lay on the ground behind him.
"Who the fuck are you?" The buff black guy asked, making an expression.
Snake took off his ski mask, to reveal his serious face, with a new scar on his left cheek, drawing up to, and over, his eye. "Just call me Snake."
Band Of Brothers
Claude and his wife were in the elevator as another explosion shook the building violently, even more than before.
Claude's wife had beautiful short black hair, smooth skin, and an Asian sort of look in the face, but beautiful. Neither of them spoke, at all.
The elevator stopped, settling still, technical problems. Nobody was going to fix it either. Claude started banging on the walls in a worry. A slight jolt made the couple loose their balance, falling to the floor.
Claude smashed up a covering, on the roof, then climbed onto the top of the elevator. He helped his wife up. A small ladder lead up to floor 4. Once on it, they rushed through the warm halls of the apartment building. They rushed down the stairs with multiple other residents of the building.
As they reached the bottom floor, gunshots and explosions became louder. Rushing outside, their breathe became visible in the cold December air. The streets were thrashed, bodies covered the landscape. They emerged in the heart of Downtown Los Santos, the roads and side walks were a light shade of white, and a small blanket of snow covered the area, snow still falling from the sky.
Soldiers were visible, seen walking around firing their weapons into innocent civilians bodies, even after they were already dead, creating a bloody scene, bringing civilians to the ground with heavy force. More troops were parachuting down above Claude's head.
People ran rapidly through the chaotic streets. A beaten man in the street was crawling with one leg blown off, leaving a bloody trail along his path to the sidewalk, groaning in agony. Claude stared at him sadly, ever since he met Katrina, his wife, he had changed.
A Police car drove by and was quickly looking like Swiss cheese as bullets covered it, killing the cop inside, running over the legless man in front of Claude and is wife, splattering blood along the road.
The car crashed into another, followed by a loud bang, glass shattered all over the road, contributing to the mess. Claude grabbed his wife's hand and ran across the street with her to his Green Kuruma. Claude scrambled for his keys, as bullets shot near them, reflecting off of the ground. Russian phrases were shouted out in the background.
Claude jumped as a very loud explosion screamed above them, a small plane flew into a skyscraper, debris falling down fast/
Once inside the car quickly started up, and the sped down the streets hitting three Russian Soldiers on the way. The car drove violently through the streets, over corners, dodging bodies, trash, and traffic as Claude evilly tried to hit every enemy soldier he saw. "That old familiar feeling."
Through the streets, civilians lead groups of rebels to fight the soldiers. Groups rallied through the streets, engaging in combat, Claude helped them by hitting Soldiers, massacring them with his car, which was now blood splattered with the bumper almost falling off from the collisions with the soldiers.
Claude noticed his wife, covering her eyes and ears, he decided to stop the killing. He drove past the skate park, and entered the highway, dodging bullets on the way. Claude headed North, up to the Mulholland Intersection, out of the city.
B-O-B (Band of Brothers)
"Who the fuck are you?" CJ asked.
The man in the black suite looked at him, almost in an angry way and said, "Just call me Snake." CJ began to chuckle. Snake ignored him.
"So, what are you doing here?" Nick (the cop) inquired.
"That information is classified, I-" Snake was cut off by his radio.
"Snake? This is Leon, what's your twenty?" A voice rang over the Snakes radio, which was strapped to his belt.
Snake grasped the radio and said, "I uh- guess its uh- Mulholland?"
"Damn! I am in Richman," Leon grunted, "How did I get back here?"
"At least you're not too far away." Their conversation was cut short by a large explosion, a plane flew into a building, creating and ear shattering noise, even though they were pretty far away from the explosion.
CJ and Nick began to start talking, noticing that other man was gone, the one that yelled "Are you blind or just dumb!" wearing the Hawaiian shirt.
The sky became lighter as morning neared, it was probably around seven to seven thirty am.
Snake shot a look at the two, and said "Shh! Do you hear that?" Gunfire littered the background, a few screams did too.
"No." Nick and CJ answered.
Snake walked a little down the now snow-covered road. The snow created that crunching foot-steps sound. Another explosion. Then a rustling was heard, like a car? No, a truck? Some sort of machine?
Snake jumped back, his heart rate rose as he saw a Russian M1 tank appeared down a ways on the white snow-covered road. It was a frosty tan color, with ice along the sides, with a single cannon and an M60 mounted on top. A Russian soldier peered out of it, wielding the M60, wearing a tan suit with a red "sergeant" cap on.
Snake shouted one faithful word, "Run!"
The three men took of down a hill, towards Burger Shot.
B-O-B
Tommy Vercetti shivered as he was wearing only his blue palm tree Hawaiian shirt, and blue jeans. He had left the group of men down a hill towards burger shot, he had not eaten since and early dinner yesterday and thought he could steal some food.
Sliding down the hill, he got to the road, now drenched in snow, his body became numb. He ran past various bodies, shot up cars, and car wrecks, some of which producing a large grey smoke that filled up the sky along with all the other smoke clouds that were now being created.
Vercetti ducked, as soldiers walked in formation down the street, past Vercetti, who was hiding in a wrecked car. Noticing what the troops were doing, Vercetti examined a Barracks OL, which was being filled up with bodies by the troops. The troops were ridding the streets of bodies, leaving a blood stained road behind. The city seemed to calm down as less gunfire was heard, and the explosions were cut down as well.
The Barracks OL quickly filled up, and they were gone. Vercetti snuck into the Burger Shot. He was welcomed with the warmth of the building, the smell of fries and burgers teased his nose.
Though a pleasant building, a window was shot out, letting cold air in, food trashed the ground, as well as shell casings and blood, but it was better than nothing.
Four bodies also ruined the moment. A long haired man lay in a seat, his face in the fast-food that lay upon the table. Blood was pouring out of his head, dripping onto the floor, he had been shot in the back of his head. A young lady lay in front of the counter, her torso filled with red dots, blood spilling out over the tiled floors, leading down (the blood) in one direction. The last two were dead behind the counter, their heads filled with bullets the lay together in a pool of blood, a man and a woman.
The other employees must have escaped through the back door, as there was no sign of their bodies. Vercetti ignored the bodies and went to the back, getting some fries and a burger, and an ice cold coke, he sat back there and ate.
Minutes passed, and Vercetti couldn't eat any more, his stomach was so full it felt like it was going to burst. He began to fill sick.
Vercetti heard a noise as the door opened, he quickly lay on the floor, so they couldn't see him. He heard people talking:
"Ah man, even this place has bodies in it!"
"Yeah, but it sure does smell good! Err- I mean-"
"Hang on a second." there was a click, "Leon, come in! Over."
"Yeah?"
"We are at the Burger Shot, we are going to stay here for a while. We are south of a tall bridge in Mulholland, on the edge of the city. We'll wait up for you, over."
"Okay, I'm heading there now. Over."
"One more thing, watch out for a Russian M1 tank, it should be on the road along the bridge up there. Over"
"Gotchya. Over and out."
Vercetti noticed The cop and CJ's voices and stood up. "Hey, nice to see you guys." Vercetti noticed that CJ was the only one, besides Vercetti himself, who was unarmed. "Mind if I join you?"
Snake glared at him, "Not at all."
B-O-B
Max woke up a while later to a sharp pain above his left eye. He lay on his left side to the ground, over shattered glass and trash, still inside his crashed Huntley, the car tipped completely over.
He felt like dirt covered his body, the crashed caused him aches and pains all over his body. Voices were shouting in the background. Out of his windshield, Max saw feet walking around. They were shooting the survivors.
Max grunted as he tried to get his shotgun out of the back seat. He had to twist around in pain to get it. The soldiers neared his Huntley. After he acquired the shotgun, he turned back around.
A pair of feet were directly in front of him. With a loud shot, the soldier's feet exploded in blood, the soldier fell to the ground. Other soldiers shouted, running towards him. The soldier that lay on the ground, still alive, Max put another shot in his head.
Taking down another soldier, Max used two more shots, only three were left in the shotgun.
Three men were running towards him in a group. Max carefully aimed his 12 Gauge, and pulled the trigger. It clicked, nothing happened. He pulled it some more, nothing happened.
The soldiers neared.
Max started banging it against the roof in frustration, swearing. Now only feet away, they were about to kill Max.
Claude drove along the highway to a large traffic accident. He dodged the wrecked cars and bodies, and saw a man in a blue tipped over Huntley, about to be killed.
Claude pushed on the gas, smashing into the three men in a bloody collision, his windshield cracked. His wife still had here eyes covered. He got out of the Kuruma.
Walking over to the Huntley, Claude held his hand out to Max, helping him out of the wreck. They grunted as they pulled Max free. Max sat on the ground for a second, Claude examined his wounds, nothing severe, all minor.
Above Max's eye, and the side of his face was completely blood soaked. His clothes were dirty and torn. "Thank you." Max said. Claude nodded his head, and motioned for Max to come with him. "Aren't you Claude? Form the Liberty City incident?"
Claude nodded. "Hmm." Max murmured. Max got into the back seat, leaving his useless shotgun behind. He met Claude's wife, and shook her hand. The car took off.
The traffic accident created a road block over the Mulholland Intersection, as a large tanker blocked the road, on fire, along with other cars. Claude took a ramp, leading towards Burger Shot.
Meanwhile, at Burger Shot, Nick and Snake stood staring at the window, (while CJ and Vercetti were talking) over a dead body, eating burgers.
Amongst the stillness, they saw a green Kuruma driving towards them. "Survivors!" Snake yelled, he and Nick dropped their food and ran outside.
Claude was planning on taking the small country road out of the city, as they drove past burger shot about to turn, Nick and Snake ran out to the middle of the road, waving their hands, shouting "Stop! No! No! Stop!"
Claude slowed down to a stop. Snake ran up to the car, "You can't get out up there, they have a tank positioned on the bridge. It is safer in here, with us! Come on!"
Claude nodded, and started to park along the sidewalk. The three got out of the car, Claude shook Snakes hand.
Max looked at Nick and said, "What's up Kang?"
"Oh, hey, Payne." He replied. "Com on everybody, let's head inside."
The groups of men all walked into Burger shot. Together they helped clean up the place, bringing the bodies outside, cleansing the ground, cleaning up the blood, getting rid of the trash. They duck taped multiple layers of saran rap over the broken window. While they worked, they talked.
"Hey, Vercetti." Said Payne.
"What?" Vercetti replied, in a calm voice.
"We need to find you some clothes, wanna go to the nearest clothes shop?"
"I guess, but not right now, okay?"
Moment passed and it was clean.
B-O-B
Leon just ended the conversation with Snake, he was off to Burger Shot. He walked along the thrashed roads on the hills of Los Santos. He was probably a twenty minute walk from there to Burger Shot. He started walking.
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