Miguel stood, worried, he had tried to be involved as little as possible. Vercetti smiled, and brought his Python up to aim. Before he could fire at his two enemies, a person leapt off from a rooftop high above, and tackled Vercetti onto the hot concrete. Catalina escaped from her captor's grasp, and ran over to Miguel. Tommy shook the dizziness from his head, and realized that Cameron now lie on top of him, punching him relentlessly.
"Don't have your little drones with you now, huh?"
Cameron punched Vercetti in the jaw, and a spittle of blood trickled out from his mouth. Vercetti smiled, and raised his Python up to try and fire. Cameron grabbed it forcefully, and threw it out from his grasp. He then headbutted him forcefully, and then commenced to punch him thickly in the temple. Vercetti spat a gob of blood out from his battered mouth, and managed to speak a few words in between Cameron's punches.
"Hey, Cameron, you're a Shark, right?" He said.
Cameron stopped, and stared at Vercetti. His cold dark eyes looked back at him unwavering, and the thick droplets of blood that lie spattered about his face shone crimson red. It was then he felt the cold barrel of a sawed-off shotgun touching his chest.
"Sharks are supposed to sleep with the fish."
Without warning, Vercetti fired, and Cameron's body was sent hurtling into the air, blood gurgling out from the huge wound in his chest. His body spun like a sickened rag doll, and eventually splashed into the blue, bright water. Vercetti slowly got back to his feet, battered and bloodied. He cracked his neck forebodingly, and spun the shotgun around in his fingers.
Kevin had ran to try and help Cameron, but was too late. Vercetti had hidden a shotgun holster behind his suit jacket, and utilized it to murder Cameron. He smiled sickeningly, and looked to the sky as the helicopter neared closer. Across from them, Cameron's body floated face down in the water, the water glowing red. Greg lie to Vercetti's left, blood still seeping from the hole in his head. Kevin knew that Vercetti had only one shell left in the shotgun, and he needed to utilize it.
"Come on, Kev, it's only me and you now." Verceti said.
He raised the shotgun, and blasted it towards Miguel. He missed, and Miguel was so frightened he sped away from the area and back to the main road. Faintly, the sounds of police sirens could be heard. Vercetti was out of ammo, and quickly began to reload. Kevin threw off his other weapons, and charged his enemy.
Vercetti hurriedly put two more shells into his shotgun, and snapped it shut. Kevin raised his .45 and began firing. Tommy leapt behind a nearby concrete wall, taking cover. Kevin continued to fired at him, only to expend all of his ammunition. Vercetti grinned when he heard the clicking of an empty gun, and noticed the helicopter was only a few hundred feet away. He got to his feet, and boldly aimed his shotgun at Kevin.
He blasted away, and a thick cloud of pellets shot out from the barrel and bashed into the wall. Kevin managed to duck behind an old garage door, but he couldn't avoid the hit he suffered. He shouted out in pain, blood emitted from his left leg, sending a searing hot pain throughout his entire body. The helicopter had now landed, and Vercetti quickly climbed inside. Kevin got back to his feet, aching in pain. The helicopter rose up off the ground and slowly began to fly away.
Kevin ran with all his speed towards it, and leapt into the air. He reached out with his hand, and just before the chopper flew out of reach, he grabbed onto the landing treads. Vercetti poked his head out into the warm morning air, and saw Kevin hanging on valiantly. He smiled, and reached into the back of the helicopter.
Kevin looked and found himself staring down the barrel of a fresh Colt Python, pointed between his eyes.
"Didn't think it would end like this, did you?" He sneered.