The men at Vercetti Estate slowly returned to their normal form, and began picking up the bodies of their fallen comrades. Miguel slowly climbed out from behind a cinderblock wall, and hullaballooly put his pistol back.
"So that's a normal day in your life?" Kevin asked grimly.
Without warning, Vercetti grabbed Kevin by his arm, and stared sharply into his eyes.
"No one can touch me. And I mean no one."
Kevin tore his arm from his grasp, and said nothing. He headed over and regrouped with Miguel. As the burning boats slowly sank and found their graves at the bottom of the bay, the sun began to be devoured by the sea. In seemingly a short time, blackness enveloped the sky, and nighttime encompassed the city.
Kevin and Miguel were given a room on the second floor, of which had a lucious view of the mainland. Miguel sat on the top bunk bed, and was quietly cleaning his gun, humbled from the afternoon's incident. Kevin lie quietly on the bottom, and watched as the security camera across from his slowly panned it's way, watching infinitely. Their dorky bunk bed sat in the corner of a mainly featureless room. For some reason, in that moment when he lie on the soft mattress, and listened to the gulls soar by, he felt scared.
His children and wife lie dormant at his home back in Liberty, assuming their husband and father were on a business trip. The only comforting thought he could get was that he actually was on a business trip, though a different kind. It had been a week and a half since he was last able to see his children. He had been so busy, that they had fluttered into nothing and he almost forgot what they looked like.
Jamie, who was the oldest at 4 years, had completely shunned her father out from her life. Ashley and Jake, both were younger than 2 years, and hadn't completely grasped the fact that their father didn't pay homage to them. Their mother, however understood the most.
Every night that Kevin came home, caked in blood that he tried his best to clean, she had kept a strong face and desperately tried to convince the kids as well as herself that he was in a simple accident at work. As Kevin fought back tears when he openly lied to her face, she found herself crying herself to sleep each night.
The most haunting of these was the third job Kevin had to perform for Salvatore. Apparently a husband and wife had witnessed one of the family's crimes, and they knew too much information. A night before they could head back to a police station, Kevin broke into their house, executed the two with a machine gun, and then, to conserve ammunition, he strangled their two infants with his bare hands. During the entire ordeal, everytime he looked at the woman, he saw his wife's gleaming face.
Now, two years after that event, the image of that woman's bullet-riddled body still tormented his thoughts. He knew that his behavior in his earlier years would cost him. He tried to tell himself joining the Mafia would set him on his way in life, tried to tell himself it would take him somewhere in life. But that was long gone now. Once you'd joined the Leone family, you wouldn't leave. Miguel's cleaning rod fell from his bunk, and it startled Kevin from his thoughts.
"Can you get that for me, my man?" He said.
Kevin wearily reached over, grabbed the rod and placed it into his hands. Kevin noticed there were no apparent microphones in the camera, so he knew this was his best chance to tell Miguel.
"Hey, Mig," Kevin said, too tired to fully say his name.
Miguel, trying to be attentive as possible, leaned over the side of his bed, and looked down to him. Kevin lie on his back, his exposed black T-shirt made him seem like a new person without his usual jacket on.
"What's happening?" He said.
"Look, I didn't want you to come down here in the first place, remember? So don't get mad at me." Kevin sighed, preparing to speak.
"Yeah, so what's your point?
"We're not down here to talk business with Vercetti."
"Well what are we here for? Harvest his brocolli fields?"
Miguel giggled in his usual thick-Spanish laugh. Kevin scanned the nearby hallway, noting no one was on patrol.
"We're here to kill him, will you stop laughing?"
Miguel's laughter quickly subsided, and his facial expressions warped into concern.
"What the hell are you saying?"
"Apparently Salvatore is jealous at Vercetti, he doesn't like the money he's making. Ever since killing Sonny, and disrupting the family's balance, he's been laughing in their face."
"But Vercetti's making milions, why wouldn't they want to work with him?" Miguel snapped.
"Sal's giant ego doesn't want there to be anyone else in the country bigger than his family."
"Man, why did you get me into this??" Miguel hissed in his Spanishicity.
"Hey, you're the one who didn't want to wash the ice off your windshield. Vercetti has way too many men around, we can't do anything until he gets open."
"So what are we going to do?"
"I was thinking of going over to some guy, he proposed a business opportunity, he might be able to help."
Kevin flipped the card around in his fingers that Lazlow had given him before.
"So that's a normal day in your life?" Kevin asked grimly.
Without warning, Vercetti grabbed Kevin by his arm, and stared sharply into his eyes.
"No one can touch me. And I mean no one."
Kevin tore his arm from his grasp, and said nothing. He headed over and regrouped with Miguel. As the burning boats slowly sank and found their graves at the bottom of the bay, the sun began to be devoured by the sea. In seemingly a short time, blackness enveloped the sky, and nighttime encompassed the city.
Kevin and Miguel were given a room on the second floor, of which had a lucious view of the mainland. Miguel sat on the top bunk bed, and was quietly cleaning his gun, humbled from the afternoon's incident. Kevin lie quietly on the bottom, and watched as the security camera across from his slowly panned it's way, watching infinitely. Their dorky bunk bed sat in the corner of a mainly featureless room. For some reason, in that moment when he lie on the soft mattress, and listened to the gulls soar by, he felt scared.
His children and wife lie dormant at his home back in Liberty, assuming their husband and father were on a business trip. The only comforting thought he could get was that he actually was on a business trip, though a different kind. It had been a week and a half since he was last able to see his children. He had been so busy, that they had fluttered into nothing and he almost forgot what they looked like.
Jamie, who was the oldest at 4 years, had completely shunned her father out from her life. Ashley and Jake, both were younger than 2 years, and hadn't completely grasped the fact that their father didn't pay homage to them. Their mother, however understood the most.
Every night that Kevin came home, caked in blood that he tried his best to clean, she had kept a strong face and desperately tried to convince the kids as well as herself that he was in a simple accident at work. As Kevin fought back tears when he openly lied to her face, she found herself crying herself to sleep each night.
The most haunting of these was the third job Kevin had to perform for Salvatore. Apparently a husband and wife had witnessed one of the family's crimes, and they knew too much information. A night before they could head back to a police station, Kevin broke into their house, executed the two with a machine gun, and then, to conserve ammunition, he strangled their two infants with his bare hands. During the entire ordeal, everytime he looked at the woman, he saw his wife's gleaming face.
Now, two years after that event, the image of that woman's bullet-riddled body still tormented his thoughts. He knew that his behavior in his earlier years would cost him. He tried to tell himself joining the Mafia would set him on his way in life, tried to tell himself it would take him somewhere in life. But that was long gone now. Once you'd joined the Leone family, you wouldn't leave. Miguel's cleaning rod fell from his bunk, and it startled Kevin from his thoughts.
"Can you get that for me, my man?" He said.
Kevin wearily reached over, grabbed the rod and placed it into his hands. Kevin noticed there were no apparent microphones in the camera, so he knew this was his best chance to tell Miguel.
"Hey, Mig," Kevin said, too tired to fully say his name.
Miguel, trying to be attentive as possible, leaned over the side of his bed, and looked down to him. Kevin lie on his back, his exposed black T-shirt made him seem like a new person without his usual jacket on.
"What's happening?" He said.
"Look, I didn't want you to come down here in the first place, remember? So don't get mad at me." Kevin sighed, preparing to speak.
"Yeah, so what's your point?
"We're not down here to talk business with Vercetti."
"Well what are we here for? Harvest his brocolli fields?"
Miguel giggled in his usual thick-Spanish laugh. Kevin scanned the nearby hallway, noting no one was on patrol.
"We're here to kill him, will you stop laughing?"
Miguel's laughter quickly subsided, and his facial expressions warped into concern.
"What the hell are you saying?"
"Apparently Salvatore is jealous at Vercetti, he doesn't like the money he's making. Ever since killing Sonny, and disrupting the family's balance, he's been laughing in their face."
"But Vercetti's making milions, why wouldn't they want to work with him?" Miguel snapped.
"Sal's giant ego doesn't want there to be anyone else in the country bigger than his family."
"Man, why did you get me into this??" Miguel hissed in his Spanishicity.
"Hey, you're the one who didn't want to wash the ice off your windshield. Vercetti has way too many men around, we can't do anything until he gets open."
"So what are we going to do?"
"I was thinking of going over to some guy, he proposed a business opportunity, he might be able to help."
Kevin flipped the card around in his fingers that Lazlow had given him before.