Kevin scanned the area, checking their oppposition. High upon the rooftops of the massive abandoned refinery, a cluster of snipers stood blasting away at the vehicle with their rifles. He aimed upwards, and blasted away with an MP5. Miguel was from the other side of the vehicle, and shot away with his Beretta at the men on the ground.
Throughout the area, at least twenty men armed with Ruger assault rifles were scattered about the place. They fired relentlessly, uncaring of their own lives or the civilian's around them. Kevin saw a cluster of four men near the water's edge, and gunned the Sentinel directly towards them.
"Miguel, get out of the car."
Before Miguel could protest, Kevin reached over, opened the door, and threw him out. A few seconds later, Kevin leapt from inside the vehicle, and whacked onto the warm concrete below. The Sentinel raced forward, but to Kevin's dismay, it completely missed the men he was aiming for. Instead, it crashed directly into a large propane resevoir.
A huge wave of liquid propane poured out from the gash in the tank the Sentinel had caused, drenching Vercetti's men. Kevin slowly stood, and fired his .45 unforgivingly towards the splashing liquid. The liquid instantly caught fire, and a barrage of flames and fire smashed throughout the air. The men screamed in pain, but they were drastically cut short when the tank itself exploded.
Bodies flew through the air, smashed into walls, and whacked against the ground. The explosion gently brewed itself down to a large fire, but Kevin knew there were still more enemies to be found. He quickly dove behind a cement pillar for cover, and withdrew a M-16, loaded and ready to go. He poked his head out, and saw a single man glimpsing fleetingly, trying to find his enemies. Kevin aimed the machine gun outwards, and fired a single bullet.
He couldn't help but smile when he saw the man's head literally explode.
Miguel, full of fear and indecision, blasted a few potshots at whatever opportunity he had. He his cautiously behind a group of cargo boxes, fearing for his own life. Without warning, a burly Italian man suddenly reached from around the boxes and put a gun to his Spanish head. Miguel knew that in just one instant, he would be dead.
Without warning, a gunshot was heard, but it was not the sign of Miguel's death. Instead, the man holding the gun to his head slowly dropped to the ground, dead. A bullet hole spewed blood in the back of his head. Miguel fearfully looked around, and saw Kevin and his weapon across the platform, looking over at him.
Having a new found understanding of his enemy, Miguel stood with his machine gun and opened fire. He boldly ran across the open field of cargo containers and ship supplies, blasting his gun all the way. He cracked the stock of his gun against one of his enemy's skulls, and before he hit the ground in a daze pumped a few rounds into his collapsing body. An Italian barricading himself behind a grouping of boxes fired away at Miguel. He retaliated via shooting through the wooden boxes and killing the man who thought he'd be protected behind them.
Bullets rained down from every direction as Kevin sped from one point of cover to another. One of the goons fired with his M-4. Kevin ducked behind a cargo container, hearing the bullets bashing into the opposite end. Five men now concentrated their attacks onto him, their machine guns unrelenting. Suddenly, Kevin dove out from behind his hiding spot, fired a few shots with his M-16, and dove behind a parked truck. The bullets smashed into a large diesel fuel resevoir, resulting in a massive explosion that rocked the entire area. The explosion distracted Kevin's attackers, as they took cover to avoid the flying wreckage. Kevin stormed out, fired two shots with his shotgun, and killed all five.
There was now a massive pile of flames and twisted burning metal blazing high into the air that sent ripples of smoldering heat everywhere. Kevin realized that if the gunfire wouldn't attract the authorities, this immense heap of fiery metal certainly would. The intense morning sun poured heat down onto everything, giving everything a hazy, blurred aura. Kevin suspected Vercetti would be bunkered down at the south end of the docks, near the tanker barge where he would have the most protection from gunfire and sorts. Standing boldly high up in the sky, emanating from it ocean throne, the gigantic tanker barge loomed high up ahead.
Bullets just barely whizzed past Kevin's head, and he saw his attackers were closing in quickly. He fired away with the shotgun, but was hampered by the dozens of cargo containers lining the area. With his back against a steel crate, his enemies blasting away behind him, Kevin saw Miguel up ahead sneaking past the gunfire. Miguel saw his friend being pinned down, and quickly took action. He carefully snuck up behind one of the attacking men, grabbed him from behind, put his gun to his back and fired twice. The man went limp, and Miguel quickly took his M-4.
He now stood, and opened fire onto Kevin's oppressors. Most were quickly mowed down, the rest ducked and took cover. Kevin poked his head up from behind the crate, and saw the top of one of the men's heads sticking out above from his protective crate. He could hear him reloading his weapon quickly. Kevin looked and saw a chunk of burning metal lying next to him. He quickly picked the wedge of flaming steel, and hurled it through the air, until it eventually found itself thrusting itself into the man's cranium.
Kevin now reloaded his own M-16, and stood back up. Miguel fired away at the rest of men with his new M-4, and Vercetti's men were quickly dwindling. Kevin grabbed three grenades and pulled their pins simultaneously, and threw them in all different directions. A moment later, three fireballs rose high into the air, and the screams of dying men filled the air.
Kevin scanned the area, looking for more of his opposition. But to his surprise, the area was silent. Except for the thrashing flames from the destroyed fuel resevoir, the gunshots had stopped. A sick sort of serene tranquility overlapped the area.
Having taken out all of Vercetti's men, Kevin regrouped with Miguel and went to search for Vercetti himself.
Greg slowly creaked the locker door open, and stepped out into the sunlight. He heard had heard the gunshots and explosions, and hoped for some reason that maybe the police had arrived. He withdrew from his pocket his trusted Glock, and headed outside, to find out what was going on. He carefully navigated past the dead corpses that littered the street like dandelions on a warm summer day. He exited the warehouse, and saw the huge mass of carnage before him. Murdered bodies lay sprawled over the ground, massive flames rose high into the air, and above all of this, the soothing blue sky hung serenely. He then looked to the water's edge, and saw Vercetti, holding a Python to Catalina's head and shouting into a walkie-talkie.
"Just bring the freaking chopper!!" He screamed.
He turned his attention back to Catalina. "So I guess your friend doesn't feel like giving the money back?"
Greg quietly crept around behind a cluster of boxes, and slowly walked a few feet behind the Vercetti, who was busy keeping Catalina in line. He aimed the Glock, shakily, and spoke. "Let her go, man,"
Vercetti heard his voice, and slowly turned around, dragging Catalina with him. He smirked at the fearful boy, holding the gun, and began laughing. Greg said nothing, but pulled the hammer back on the gun.
"I said let her go."
Vercetti stopped laughing, and his face suddenly took his twisted form. In an instant, he raised the gun up to fire. Greg was faster, and he blasted a single bullet, and a thick mist of blood gently spittled into the air.
Vercetti shouted in pain, the bullet had pierced him in the left forearm. He quickly knocked the Glock out of Greg's hands, and sent it splashing into the water. He then smiled, and raised his Colt Python to Greg's forehead. And with a menacing grin, andore Greg could try to escape, he fired the revolver, sending a bullet smashing into his brain.
Kevin had just entered the same dock platform as Vercetti, and saw the young man drop to the floor, blood spewing from his skull. Catalina fought with Vercetti, he still held her firmly on her left hand. Kevin raised his .45, and aimed for Vercetti's head. Tommy looked and saw Kevin and Miguel, and quickly pulled Catalina and held her in front of him as a shield.
"Come on, big guy, I'm your employer," Vercetti shouted.