Then the dream ended.
Salvatore Leone sat at his desk, staring coldly at the man before him. . The dark, murky town of Liberty City enthroned the area like a band-aid from Hell, enveloping them in darkness, yet binding them as well. It was the early morning of tomorrow. The moment Salvatore learned the news, he brought his consultant down from Harwood to have a meeting. His consultant, Warren Jeffries, stood in his usual bussiness manner, his freshly pressed suit crisp and inviting. Outside, the dark night ensued, the stars above like beacons of small hope.
"I just don't see why we're going so far. . ." Warren began.
"He's making me look like a fool!" Sal shouted.
"How do you know he even did it?" Warren replied.
"Hell, police reports indicate a man with 'black aviator jacket and green pants' was seen there."
Warren sighed, and leaned against the wall. Salvatore cursed, and stood up from his chair.
"That man has been causing problems ever since he got down there!"
"He gets busted for anything he's done, give him a nice bargain, and boom! The family would be ruined by just one man!"
Warren saw the sense in it, but couldn't see the honor. Warren's back was against a wall, literally and metaphorically. He knew he couldn't turn down the big man of the Mafia, and lamented.
"Alright, what do you want me to do?"
"Get on the phones, and start calling people."
"I want every single person he ever knew to be dead, murdered, wasted. He thinks he can go down and tthere and start blasting up a café? I don't want him to even exist!!"
"Send Giuseppe and his boys to Kevin's house, and make sure he won't cause any more trouble. Make sure he disappears off the face of the planet!"
"When this is all over, I don't want to even remember him!!!"
Warren sighed at finally ending the conflict and headed out the door. Salvatore's blood pumped in his veins, and he sat back down in his chair.
The phone rang suddenly, piercing Kevin's sleep. He slowly rose to his feet, aching from the day before. He poked his head out the window and saw that it was the earliest in the morning. Sunlight had just began to scrape the night sky, and created a pinkish black aurora. He slowly managed to find the phone amidst his sleepiness, and brought it to his ear.
"Kevin, wait--" A scream cut the voice off.
Kevin recognized the voice, it was Catalina.
"Well, look who I just happened to find, buddy." Another voice came on, even more familiar.
It was Vercetti.
"You won't believe what happened. Me and my boys come down to this warehouse to teach them Sharks a lesson for yesterday. And what do you know, these Sharks are telling me that one of my own boys were working with them!" He laughed.
"They said, and this is under heavy torture, of course, that one of my own men were working with this little Spanish lady
"Seems you've been doing quite a bit yesterday, haven't you?"
"Hell, did you need money bad enough to start working for the gang that's against me?? I can see you pick the right people to work with, though."
Catalina's voice shouted in the background furiously.
"We weren't working with the Sharks!!" She yelled in the background.
Vercetti audibly took to phone away from his mouth and shouted back,
"Who were you working for, huh? A radio DJ? Hah!"
He brought the phone back to his mouth. "To make this short and simple, come to the south docks by the old tanker barge at 7 with that hard earned money you got yesterday, or you can say good-bye to your little Spanish lady."
Moments before the phone was hung up, Kevin managed to hear one last thing.
"Someone find Cameron, and make sure he's dead!"
Silence.