"Is that the stuff Sal gave you? How'd you get that stuff past airport security?"
Kevin ignored him, and began loading each weapon.
"Hey, what's going on?"
"Vercetti has Catalina, he's going to kill her."
"Catalina? What were you doing yesterday?"
"Look, me and her are friends, I can't just let him kill her."
Kevin slung the M79 around his shoulder, and strapped the M-16 around his back. He placed his Colt .45 into it's side holster and placed some grenades onto his belt. And he lastly holstered a pump-action shotgun into a specially made holster on his side.
"I thought you were married. . ." Miguel murmured.
Kevin shouted angrily, "Hey, I haven't exactly been doing the nicest things working for the Mafia, have I!?"
Miguel was silent.
"Did you ever think it might feel good to do something right while I'm in this screwed up city?"
Miguel could only sigh, and began loading his Beretta. "Well, if you're going against them guys, you'll probably need some help." He laughed.
Suddenly, the phone rang once more, stabbing the silent room with unprecedented fierceness. Kevin looked at it, and picked it up. To his surprise, on the other end was Salvatore.
"Kevin."
"Sal."
"There's been a slight change of plans ." Salvatore's voice seemed rigid, almost conniving.
"Look, you, don't have to kill Vercetti after all."
"What?"
"You haven't killed him yet, have you?" Sal retorted.
"Well, no. We're in the middle of negotiations." Kevin was struggling.
"Yeah, we don't need such a big war between us and Vercetti, you know."
"We got you some tickets, you'll be home by tomorrow."
The phone was hung up as quickly as it rang, and silence filled every inch of the room.
"Who was 'at?" Miguel said.
"Salvatore, he said we don't have to take him out after all. We can go home."
"Great, when can we leave?"
Kevin's eyes turned over at Miguel, piercing. He withdrew his shotgun, and aimed it at Miguel.
"We came down here to kill Vercetti."
He pumped the shotgun.
"Now let's do it."