The helicopter banked sharply, and turned itself around. Eventually, Vercetti would find himself staring at the other side of those boxes, directly at Kevin. He waited in great anticipation, holding his itchy finger onto the trigger. It was only a few moments before Kevin would be in his plain sight, and then a great flood of blood would spray into the air.
The helicopter turned, and Vercetti saw Kevin. He had expected that. Vercetti didn't expect, however, to see Kevin aiming a grenade launcher towards the chopper.
"This is how it ends!!"
And with a pull of a trigger, Vercetti realized that it all was over. His great industry, the protection services, the money, the killing, all over. The grenade that Kevin launched was like the letter of death, to inform him of the end of his life. It all seemed to go in slow motion, almost. The grenade soared through the air beautifully, heading directly towards the helicopter. A gentle wisp of smoke and flames followed behind. He found it was strange, how someone could be so happy that he was going to die.
The last thing Vercetti thought was hoping he would die quickly.
Kevin almost thought it wasn't real, that it was fake. The explosion was almost too large; too grand. The helicopter exploded in a magnificent fireball that sent visible shockwaves throughout the air. Cargo on the nearby tanker was blown off and splashed into the water, and cars below on the ground tipped and crashed onto their sides as a result. Fire erupted from every single crevice imaginable on the aircraft, and an awe-inspiring mushroom cloud of fire and smoke spread through the air like apocalyptic fireworks.
The helicopter fell from the sky, a limp mass of flaming steel. The scorched shell of the craft smashed onto the hard concrete below, and huge chunks of fiery shrapnel and metal soared through the air upon impact. Kevin stood, boldly, and watched as the helicopter before him burned necessantly. Suddenly, a gold object dropped to the ground in front of him. He looked and saw it was Vercetti's gold watch, still crisp and shiny.
Kevin tossed the grenade launcher aside, and brushed the hot ash from his clothing. He walked up to what was left of the still burning helicopter, and saw a gruesome sight inside. Inside, he saw the pilot's burning carcass, a shocked look still spread across his face. In the back, Kevin realized Vercetti's grim fate. The grenade had apparently hit Vercetti's body head on, because only a small portion of his arms and legs still remained intact and smoldering inside the chassis of the chopper.
He slowly turned away from the wreckage, and saw Miguel and Catalina waiting near the road, with a nearly jacked bright blue Washington, idly sitting on the curb. He headed out from the wasteland that was the docks, and got inside the car.
"So where we going?" Miguel said.
Kevin said nothing for a moment, then spoke while looking up at the sky.
"We're going home."