Kevin reached out just before the trigger was pulled, and knocked the barrel away. The bullet shot through the air, just barely missed his head, and smacked into the concrete below. Kevin now, hanging with one hand from the bottom of the helicopter, reached up and puched Vercetti, knocking him backwards in the helicopter. Kevin hoisted himself up with all his strength, and climbed into the main compartment of the chopper. The pilot looked and saw the man who had just climbed into the helicopter, and went to fir at him with a .38. Kevin grabbed the pilot's wrist, twisted the gun away, and then turned his attention back to Vercetti.

Tommy regained his composure, and attacked. Kevin went to fire with his new found .38, but Vercetti tackled him and his head cracked against the unforgiving metal of the helicopter floor. The pilot now returned his attention to flying the aircraft, and could not help Vercetti now. Kevin kneed his enemy in the stomach, and threw him off his chest. Tommy collided with the back of the chopper, and lunged once more for Kevin. He struck him full in the chest, and he was thrusted back into the pilot's seat. The helicopter banked sharply, and the two now slid straight down towards the open hatch.

Vercetti stopped himself by grabbing onto a passenger seat, but Kevin fell straight out of the helicopter, but managed to grab onto the landing treads once more. The helicopter corrected itself, and continued to fly normally. Vercetti reached into his suit jacket, and withdrew a sleek 6 inch blade. He poked his head out through into the air.

"Didn't this just happen?" He said.

He reached down his right hand, and slashed away at Kevin fingers as they grappled onto the warm metal. He shouted in pain, and now Vercetti raised the knife high, preparing to deal the final blow.

At the last possible second, against all he had fought for, Kevin let go off the metal, and fell from the sky. Vercetti smiled, and ordered the pilot to head out. Kevin soared through the air for a seemingly infinite time, until his back smacked hard against the sheet-metal of a warehouse's roof. He tried to get up, but only slipped and began sliding down. Dazed and confused, the next moment he found himself lying back on the concrete. He had rolled off the various awnings of the building and landed on the ground.

In the air, seemingly so close, the helicopter was in the air. Without warning, Kevin saw Vercetti stand at the open hatch, and aim a massive minigun outwards. He quickly got to his feet and started running, and a horrendous torrent of lead and hot bullets spewed through the air like a hose from Hell. Kevin quickly lept behind a cluster of cargo boxes, avoiding the blaze. To his fortune, the weapons he had thrown away previously lying a few inches away.