A/N: Sorry pplz! Haven't been a while since I updated…looks nervously around for an angry mob. Had a small period of writer's block and a whole lot of homework to deal with. But now I'm back…I think. Here's the next chapter.
Jason felt rather lethargic still, so he settled back in his room for a bedrest. He woke up two hours later, feeling much more refreshed and raring to go…almost. He picked himself off the bed, and he dressed up again.
He couldn't believe the time as he struggled towards the main entrance of the mansion. It was five o'clock, and Vercetti's men were tucking into an early dinner, chewing on rump steaks and what looked like a type of red wine. He found Mr. Vercetti hanging out by the pool, dressed in casual summer clothes, a cocktail in his hand.
"Hi, Jason. The guys are having an early dinner, as you might have noticed. Go eat some food, and afterwards, meet me on the rooftop. I've got a job for you." Tommy grinned, directing him to where they were serving the food.
Jason thanked the lady serving the tender steak, but he passed on the Chardonnay.
After he had finished, Jason wiped and washed his hands, before he headed up to the rooftop. Tommy was waiting, and looked more like a crime leader. He was calmly holding an army-issue M4 assault rifle, and Jason's jaw must have dropped.
"Ah, don't worry. I get them whenever I need them. AmmuNation." Tommy explained.
"Okay, Jason, take this M4, and we're gonna fly into Little Haiti. The Haitians are trying to reintroduce some of this voodoo crap, and I heard a tanker of gas is going to be driven past their main delivery roads. The pilot is going to take us over there, and I'm gonna plant satchels near the gas tanker. Give me some cover." Tommy told Jason, handing the shocked Chinese the M4, and withdrawing two Colt Pythons from his pocket.
They walked over to Tommy's Maverick, and slowly, the helicopter manoeuvred off. The helicopter tilted quickly, and headed towards Little Haiti. As they flew, Jason could see a gang war between the Cubans and the Haitians, both not equipped with their regular pistols, but with Uzis. Jason opened fire at the general direction of the Haitians, and the Haitians, too immersed shooting, didn't notice their men dropping.
The helicopter flew on, and eventually, in the distance, Jason could see with his keen eyes an oil tanker moving its way slowly into Little Haiti.
"Okay, have you sighted the tanker yet? It should pass by the Well Stacked Pizza near the Kaufman Cabs. Actually, change of plans. Shoot it about there. That should keep the Haitians busy. Once you have, we'll fly over. I suppose they have some solvent that we can handily use as standing dynamite." Tommy said, seeing Jason spotting the tanker.
The helicopter hovered slightly, and Jason watched as the tanker slowly made its way towards the fast food store. As it passed by, Jason aimed and sent a stream of bullets at the tanker.
Four bullets seemed to be enough. Jason was very steady with his fire, and the bullets punched holes into the tanker, until eventually one found its way into the oil inside. There was a huge explosion, and within seconds, flames began to lick the targeted street.
"Go, go, go!" yelled Tommy, telling the pilot.
The helicopter wildly flew towards the scene, and Tommy and Jason opened fire. It was difficult to see in the hazy outline of the aftermath of the explosion, but the blue shirts of the Haitians were enough for Vice City's best, and probably greatest marksman, and an emerging young Triad, to kill.
Jason fired shots, carefully picking them at the Haitians, who seemed to have been ready for this, who were now firing at the approaching helicopter, while some were attempting to douse the flames with fire extinguishers. But constant bangs from Tommy's deadly Python shots, and Jason's accurate and controlled bursts of the military assault rifle.
"Let's drop." Tommy yelled.
The helicopter made a quick pass, and Tommy handed Jason a gas mask. They slipped them on, and jumped out of the helicopter, storm-trooper style.
"Okay, the supply is over there. I destroyed that place six years ago, and they were happy enough to even leave a minigun there, so we can use that in case we have any real emergency."
They headed towards the remains of the factory, and found two Haitians ducking behind a wall. As they turned around, they were both blasted by Tommy's Pythons. As three more Haitians came around, they were cut down by Jason's M4.
But before the two men could think this would be a cakewalk, two Haitians appeared on the second floor of the destroyed factory. Unfortunately for Tommy and Jason, they were holding miniguns. As they spotted the two men, they aimed and opened fire. A stream of deadly bullets buzzed through the air towards where Jason and Tommy were standing, sending both of them diving for cover. Bullet holes crushed into the ground where they had just previously been a few seconds ago.
"Keep cover. It's gonna be touch and go like this." Tommy told Jason behind the cover.
Jason carefully peeked over the walls in which they were taking cover, only for his head to be nearly blown off by bullets piercing over the wall. He ducked back over, and had a quick peek at the Haitian, before pointing his M4 in the general direction of where the Haitian was, and pulling the trigger.
There were two screams, and as Jason looked back over for a peek, he noticed that he had managed to pick off the Haitian, and Tommy had sent two .357 rounds into the other one's face, which had been blown off.
"Come on, let's go!" Tommy shouted.
They moved on, eventually finding barrels placed at the back of the factory. Just then, Jason started to feel slightly woozy.
"Block your nose! That voodoo crap can disillusion you!" Tommy yelled, as he took out the two satchels, and attached them to the solvent barrels. Then, he set the detonator to thirty seconds, and began to run.
"Run!" Tommy yelled, remembering this from six years or so ago.
Tommy and Jason made a run for the exit. However, unluckily for them, three Voodoos came stupidly charging through the entrance of the factory, but they blocked off Jason and Tommy however.
Tommy decided to take something original. He sprinted for the Voodoo, and quickly smashed into the front of the Voodoo, sending himself flying onto a wall, that connected to the exit of the factory, through stairs. Although he landed in a heap, he managed to pick himself up and sprint into Little Haiti.
Jason tried the same, but he doubted that he could do it. He ran for the Voodoo racing towards him, trying to run him over. He tried Tommy's crazy jump, and although he pitched off the Voodoo quite cleanly, a late direction change by the Voodoo was enough to send him flying, and he eventually crashed into the side wall, onto where Tommy had landed. Pain coursed through his body, and slowly he began to ebb into unconsciousness, but with a last effort, he managed to pick himself up and drag himself out of the factory's range. A few seconds after he collapsed on the ground, there was a massive explosion, for the second time in about twenty minutes, and Jason saw nothing but black as he was sent into the world of unconsciousness.
End note: W00t! Finally got through this chapter! Benn quite a drag; my longest no update in my time on this site, unless you count the time when my computer's Internet was disabled. Well, the thing where you jump towards a speeding car just as it's about to hit you, and instead, sends you flying, I tried incorporating that. Very unlikely that both Jason and Tommy survived those two jumps, with nothing rather more than bruises. But I decide that they're tough. So they should survive. Hopefully, it won't be as much as a drag next time. Peace.