Giorgio Folleni looked calmly from outside his residence in Harwood, as he sipped his wine. The three Mafia men were guarding the villa, a rare sight in Portland, apart from Salvatore's Gentlemen Club, which right now was resided by Toni Cipriani, Salvatore's Capo. Life was going well. At this rate, the Follenis would soon rise, and then become the most powerful organisation in Liberty City.
Four Mafia men sat in their sleek grey Kuruma. The Follenis had made this car as their own brand of Mafia car. Unlike the Leone Mafia Sentinel, the Mafia Kuruma had better speed and durability than the Mafia Sentinel, despite not having as tough handling, which made it good for dirty combat. This was what the men were out to do right now. They all were equipped with Uzis, and they were out to kill.
The Mafia Kuruma raced well out of Folleni Mafia turf, and into Diablo turf. As the first Hispanic gang member was spotted, the Mafia men opened the windows and opened up with a big drive-by. The Diablos stood no chance as bullets pierced through the street, killing gang members and pedestrians alike. A couple of Diablos, coming from their hidden positions, started firing with their pistols, but didn't get much out of the speeding Mafia Kuruma.
The Kuruma sped back across, for a second pass. Uzi bullets swept the air, cutting through the Diablos as the Mafia this time, were more accurate with their shots and picked carefully. Finally, when the last Diablo dropped, the Mafia Kuruma made for Folleni turf. On its way, it was chased by two Diablo Stallions, but a couple of streams of Uzi bullets tore both of them apart. One Mafia member sat down, reloaded his Uzi, and knew that the boss would be pleased.
Jason slid the Patriot slowly back into Tommy's garage and headed back upstairs.
"Well done, Jason. And the money?" Tommy asked.
Jason produced the two cases full of cash.
"Good work. Keep one of them."
"All of it?" Jason gasped.
There must have been $8000 in each of them.
"Yeah. Go and blow it on something."
Jason couldn't believe it. But as Tommy walked away to the bar, Jason headed to Tommy's office and emptied the cash into Tommy's safe of money. He just couldn't keep that cash; he'd blow it too fast. He waited around the mansion, lying on his bed waiting for Tommy to get him another mission. Finally bored, he went over to his room where they had moved a TV in, and turned on the television, searching around for channels. Eventually finding one on "The Search for Sasquatch", he sat down on his bed and watched.
As he watched a big monster-like thing tear apart some guy, he heard shots outside.
"Ah shit. I bet those damn Sharks just had to interrupt the best TV show around right now." Jason muttered, turning off the television.
He headed back to Tommy's office, where Tommy was rushing out, with an M4. He told Jason to grab a shotgun at the bottom of the mansion, and then head to the front of the mansion.
"Sharks always trying to raid us ever since we took out half of their best men seven years ago, when me and this guy flew over Prawn Island with an M60 and slaughtering shit. Or maybe they've tried hitting this place before I even got it. Who knows?" Tommy explained to Jason as they headed outside through the passageways in the bottom of his mansion.
Jason could see other men were spraying at the approaching Sharks, coming in five Speeders. Meanwhile that was happening, four Gang Burritos slid outside the mansion, and the Sharks in there got out. But as the last group of Sharks from the fourth Burrito came out, Jason targeted a gas tank and capped it, making pulp out of the unfortunate Sharks that had just jumped out. Three Vercetti men were cut down on the rooftops, and dropped down onto the ground, but several more replaced them, shooting furiously at the Sharks.
Four Sharks dropped. A Speeder was blown up by a hail of Uzi fire. Jason ducked behind the door, reloading his shotgun quickly and he pumped a shell into a Shark who had stupidly charged through the door into the mansion. He swung back outside, and fired at a group of Sharks trying to shoot a couple of Tommy's men, still perched on the rooftop. Suddenly, Jason heard the sound of two Mavericks fly above, guns blazing from the men inside. The Sharks were ruthlessly slaughtered.
"Damn, that was hard." Jason muttered.
His shoulder hurt from firing the shotgun, as he hadn't quite used a weapon with that much kick. Even the AK-47 didn't have as much of an impact on his shoulders as a powerful multiple-gauge firearm. He tossed the empty clips of the shotgun in a bin in the mansion, and he placed the shotgun back carefully downstairs, before rushing back upwards to catch the remaining minutes of "Search for Sasquatch".
End note: Apologizes to everybody. Sorry this chapter was so short, but I have some pretty bad writers' block and a whole lot of homework to go through. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer, if I can overcome everything. Thanks, Aaron Gamemaster for your constant reviewing, I owe you one. And thanks to everybody else as well for reviewing. Damn, I'm just wasting time here. Okay, see you all.