"It appears to me that the bullet that Carl got shot with didn't hit any nerves of arteries so he should be okay." The doctor said to Sweet, Kendl and Cesar.

"Why isn't he wakening up?" Kendl asked.

"I'll show you how to wake him up." Sweet said pushing Kendl out the way.

"Hey Carl your mama is so fat that when she weighs herself the scales say to be continued." Sweet said before laughing.

"She is your mama to you fat son of a bitch." I opened my eyes to see Sweet standing looking at me with and evil glare. I also saw Cesar laugh

behind his back.

"Mr Johnston it is clear that the bullet didn't hit any important arteries in your body so you are clear to go." The doctor said handing Kendl a patient out slip. I took the opportunity to leave and packed his bags with the help of Kendl. It was a beautiful day as I left the hospital, the sun split the trees. People were actually laughing instead of fighting. I got into Cesar's low rider and he took Sweet, Kendl and me home.

"There you go Carl home sweet home again." Sweet says.

"It's good that you are okay holmes, but next time try not to get shot." Cesar laughed. Sweet helped me out the car, I didn't reallt need the help as all I had was a big bandage wrapped round my abdomen.

"Are you sure you are gonna be okay Carl." Kendl asked holding Cesar's hand.

"Yeah I'll be fine" I kissed Kendl on the cheek, shook Sweet and Cesar's hands and then headed into my house.

Over in Las Venturas, Woozie was having a meeting with Ran Fa li, about opening another triad Casino. One of Woozies assistants came in holding a note that he must have received.

"Sir Can I talk to you?" The man asked.

"Sure what is it?" Wozzie said excusing himself from his meeting.

"Well Carl Johnston is still alive." Woozie's face went a little red with anger.

"Damn those Ballas fools gather some of my best men. We need to have a meeting." Woozie says as he sends his assistant away.

"Is everything okay Woozie." Ran Fa Li's helper asked politely.

"Yes, yes everything is fine." Woozie said before taking a sip of his drink. After the long and discursive meeting Woozie headed down to the main part of the fore dragons casino where some of his top triads dressed in black suits, white shirts, black ties and black shades stood patiently waiting on his arrival.

"Now some of you may know why I called you and some of you are here for the first time. Earlier today I received news that our Balls friends couldn't finish a job so I am asking you to finish it for them. Here is my plan…."

"Hey Carl what do you want to eat sweet and sour chicken or a fried turkey?

"Damn it Sweet I told you I'm not hungry."

"C'mon man just answer."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Yes, damn it."

"Sucker." Sweet said arrogantly.

"If I could walk I swear to god I would kill you." I said holding my ribs. Staying with Sweet wasn't the best's idea but I only had to put up with him for a couple of more days. I tried to sit up, but the fighting the pain was rough. I eventually got up when my cell phone rang which was sitting on the other side of the sofa. I let out a sigh. I was able to reach it before the person hung up.

"Hello."

"Hi Carl it's me Woozie."

"Hey what's up Woozie, how you been?"

"I'm fine Carl, how are you?"

"Not to good man, not to good."

"Aw well, listen I was wondering if you would be able to drive up to my casino I have some work for you."

"Man I'm sorry Woozie, but I can't."

"Perfect." Woozie said underneath his breath.

"What did you say?" I asked with a confused look on my face.

"Nothing, hope you get better."

"Yeah I hope so to."

"Bye."

"Bye." I hung up the phone, laid it on the floor and fell onto my side.

"Well boys he is a sitting duck, we go out at twenty one hundred hours, be ready." Woozie says before sending his men away. One man stays behind.

"Sir how will we know when our victim will be in his house." He asks in a deep voice.

"That is a good question, would you like to do a private job for me I swear I will make it worth your while." Woozie asked holding one hundred dollar bills.

"Yes sir anything for you."

"Okay go down to Mr Johnson's house, Tell him that I sent you sown to describe the mission then when it reaches the time I want you to hold them all hostage while we arrive, can you do that?" Woozie asked.

"Yes boss I can." The man said." He bowed and walked away.

"Before you leave can you tell me your name?" Woozie said. The man stopped and turned round.

"My name is Chan." He said then walked out of the casino. Chan arrived at the Johnson house at 8:30pm. He walked up to the door and knocked. He could hear muffled voices from inside.

"Sweet it's the door." I shouted

"I'm in the shower man."

"Sweet get the door I can't move man."

"I'm in the shower!" Sweet shouted

"Sweet get the fucking door."

"Okay I'm coming, I'm coming." Sweet opened the door with a towel wrapped round his waste.

"Hello I am here to speak with Mr Johnson."

"Oh you must mean Carl, yeah come on in." Chan walked in and sat down. He shook Carl's hand before telling him of his fake assignment.

"How are you Mr Johnson?" Chan asked.

"I'm okay and don't call me Mr Johnson, call me Carl."

"Okay Carl, Woozie sent me over here to tell you of your assignment."

"Does he know I can't actually do the assignment?"

"Yes, he told me to tell you that you have to drop by once you are better."

"Okay so what have I gotta do." I asked. Just as Chan was about to tell him Sweet walked in.

"Hey Carl here is your turkey, and Mr Chinese man he is a beer."

"Thank you." Chan said. Chan took a sip of the beer and again proceeded to tell Carl of his mission, but yet again he was cut off by his cell phone.

"Excuse me Carl I must answer this." Chan said.

"It's cool man." Carl said stuffing his face with fried turkey. Chan walked outside and answered his call.

"Hello."

"Chan its Woozie, do it now!"

"But sir we still have fifteen minutes left."

"I know men are already on the way down so do what we talked about." Woozie said.

"Okay sir." Chan said. He hung up his cell phone, looked round about him to make sure nobody was watching before he took his 9mm pistol out from inside his jacket. He loaded it with bullets. Chan aggressively opened the front door.

"Put your hands up." Chan shouted. I raised my hands in disbelief.

"Hey Mr Chinese guy I made you some-"Sweet stopped talking and stood still.

"My bad." Sweet said before raising his hands quickly.

"Did Woozie send you?" I asked.

"Shut up." Chan said. He hit me in my ribs. I coughed and spluttered. He looked up at Chan, blood running down his chin, as I was getting some air I looked at the window. A figure appeared it looked like Cesar and some boys from Grove Street; no I couldn't be. The door flew of its hinges Cesar dived in and fired at Chan, Chan fired at Cesar. As this battle was going out the Grove Street boys fired at black Turismo's speeding towards the house. Sweet finally moved from his position, he ran into his room and lifted a shotgun and a 9mm pistol like the one Woozie gave Carl.

"Carl man you okay?"

"Yeah Sweet I'm okay."

"Good now take this and cover me." Sweet threw the pistol over the sofa to me. Sweet raised three fingers and slowly counted down. He ran by Chan and out the front of the house where he dived behind a car from some M4 bullets. Somehow I knew I had to help, I could barely move as it was. I mustered all of my strength and dignity to get to my feet. Chan shot Cesar in the arm, Cesar fell to the ground screaming in agony, and Chan walked over to him and put a bullet in his gun. I ran and dived at Chan, causing him and me to fall on the floor.

"Cesar go outside and help Sweet." I shouted as Chan was trying to punch me.

"Okay holmes." Cesar said. He wrapped his jacket around his bleeding wound before running past us and out to Sweet.

Outside Sweet and the boys were having some trouble, as sweet popped out from behind the car a wave of bullets screamed towards him. He managed to move out the way causing the bullets to hit a wall.

"Why does this always happen to me." Sweet said.

"Aw shut up nobody cares about you, just shoot." I shouted from inside the house.

"Okay here is what we are gonna do, there are three cars around us, One group go to the right of me, the other group go to the left of me and Cesar and I will stay in the middle." Sweet said smiling.

"Hey holmes I don't like this plan."

"Why not?" Sweet asked.

"Because I'm with you." Cesar said. The groups split up. They manage to get to their positions in time before bullets were fired. Sweet saw some triads reloading their gun so he took the opportunity to fire a round into them. The Grove Street guys saw what Sweet had done and waited until they reloaded before firing.

Inside the house Chan and I were still fighting.

"C'mon man it doesn't need to be like this." I said before getting smacked in the face with a right hand. He got the upper hand by laying into my injured ribs. Somehow I grabbed a vase and hit him with it. I made him bleed, but blood was already blinding me on my left side. He reached for his gun and turned round and fired at me. I rolled to where Cesar was shot and saw his gun. I checked the bullets; damn one left. I saw him reloading so I got to my knees and fired the bullet. Chan never had time to think before the bullet pierced him in the abdomen.

Outside Sweet and the boys managed to take care of most of the triads. There were a small group of five or six firing from behind a Turismo.

"Cesar we got blow this thing up man." Sweet said loading his shotgun.

"Well let's do it holmes." Cesar said. Both of them stood up and fired at the engine. They realised that the car wasn't giving out and smoke. Sweet noticed the petrol tank, so he nudged Cesar on the shoulder and pointed towards it. Cesar took Sweet's shotgun and aimed a bullet at the tank. Both men flew back and the triads behind it were burnt to a crisp.

"God damn Sweet what did you do now?" I shouted.

"Shut up Carl." Sweet shouted.

"Hey holmes where is your friend?" Cesar asked loading the shotgun.

"He's right here why don't y'all come in and meet him." I said. Sweet and Cesar dropped their weapons at the door and walked towards and injured Chan.

"So Mr Chan are you gonna tell me who sent you or do I need to pop a bullet in your ass."

"I can't tell you." Chan said coughing up a little blood.

"Okay, Sweet give me that shotgun man."

"No, no wait I'll tell you." Chan spluttered.

"It was Woozie, he set the whole thing up, the…the kidnapping of your sister to the ballas trying to kill you, to tonight." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Woozie was supposed to be my friend not the man who is trying to kill me.

"No man you're making this up."

"I'm not he ordered me to kill you and…well I would have if you hadn't shot me."

"You swear you are telling the truth." I asked.

"Yes." I looked at him lying holding his wound. It was just likt that night when I got shot.

"Sweet get me his cell phone."

"Why?"

"He needs an ambulance." I shouted.

"But Carl that bust tried to kill you."

"I don't care he deserves to live so give me the god damn phone." I looked round at Sweet. He let out a sigh and got Chan's cell phone. I dialled 999 for an ambulance.

"Thank you." Chan said.

"No problem." I said before talking to a paramedic.