Jason finally woke up again, sitting in his room's bed. His bones still ached from getting crunched by the Voodoo's raised bonnet, from the hydraulics. But for now, he seemed to be okay. He picked himself up, and immediately found that it wasn't the case. He slumped down again onto his bed. And he should have stayed like that, as it was about four o'clock. But he couldn't sleep any longer, so he dressed and limped towards the TV room, turning on the set and watched the delayed broadcast of the Mambas, having only just started.
Eventually, a couple of hours later, Tommy emerged, dressed in a tracksuit. Jason carefully observed him; Tommy had very good taste for such a man, over forty now. He waved to Jason.
"Hey, Jason, you better? Want to take a jog about here?" Tommy asked.
"No thanks. My body still hurts from that crazy jump." Jason replied.
"Don't worry about it. I was like that when I tried doing that the first few times. But the way that side hydraulic struck hurts."
Jason shrugged. Tommy slowly headed outside, and he began to jog. Jason watched as the fit ex-crime lord headed a round of Starfish Island, and eventually returned.
"If you want an early breakfast, check the fridge." Tommy told Jason.
Jason looked inside the fridge, and to his surprise, they were stuffed with loaves of bread, jams, milk and Tarbrush Iced Coffees. He slowly sliced two pieces of bread and spread strawberry jam over them, and poured a glass of milk, gulping them down, before joining Tommy who was mesmerised in the game, with five minutes left, the Mambas were down by 20-18, with one more play to gain three yards. They set up the play, I-Formation, and Mambas quarterback Jacky Wilson fired out a pass wide, and watched as BJ Smith had sneaked out wide and was free as the ball hit him on the chest.
Tommy and Jason watched, hearts in their throats as B.J. Smith scrambled down the sideline, dodging around two Liberty City Cocks, before diving over the line.
"YES! HE'S GOT IT!" screamed Jason and Tommy at the same time.
BJ was dancing about in the end zone, before he celebrated his dramatic touchdown by spiking the ball and pointing his two index fingers at the Liberty City crowd, who weren't very pleased.
"Damn, did you see how he just broke away and caught it?" Tommy grinned at Jason ten minutes later, still pumped from the Mambas amazing late victory.
"Okay, Jason, now down to your job today. The army are unloading weapons over for a flight to Liberty City, and they're sending three Hydra military jets to escort the Shamal. Shoot down the jets and any army guys you find, and grab as much weapon and ammo you can, take it over to Phil's Place in Little Haiti, though watch out for the Haitians. Here, you'll need this." Tommy headed into his office, and came back heaving a rocket launcher. Jason's jaw dropped to an all-time low.
"They're going to load it at Escobar International Airport, hangar B. Good luck."
"Okay, I'm going to pack it into the Boxville van; you can store the weapons there as well." Tommy said, taking it over to the truck.
Jason could hardly believe it; it reminded him of this awesome game he played, "Grand Theft Auto: The Five Cities". He drove the Boxville over to the front gates, and he then took cover behind the Vice Surf billboard, waiting. Eventually, four Barracks OL trucks drove over, filled with soldiers and weaponry. They were escorted by three extra Patriot Humvees. Jason gulped. This once again, would be no easy task.
He followed the army slowly from behind, and crept behind at a certain distance. Finally, the army stopped, and the army guys got out, carrying their cargo into the Shamal jet. They were all equipped with M4s, though a few also had M60 machine-guns. Jason slowly crept past the security guards, having a good old snooze and waiting for their early morning doughnuts, most likely. He raised the rocket launcher, and he waited for what looked like all the cargo to be loaded up. Then, as the Shamal began to make its first warm-up down the runway, Jason raised the rocket launcher, and aimed.
His fingers perspired from the excitement and the sweat that it had generated, and he slipped on the trigger, and the rocket went astray, crashing into another small jet, and wrecking it.
"Oh shit." Jason muttered as the army guys headed towards his position.
The Shamal must have noticed the rocket, and it began to hurry up a bit. It built up speed, and began to lift off. Muttering to himself angrily, Jason fired the rocket launcher again. This time, he scored a direct hit on the Shamal, and sent it off-balance. It did a half-complete barrel roll, before crashing onto the ground.
He had shot the plane, but the army were approaching him, so he fired his rocket again, and covered his ears from the blast. Army men were sent flying, and Jason quickly ran out, picking up an M4 and began to open up on the remaining Army soldiers. Big-time mistake, Jason thought as he pulled the trigger. He could take on about twenty to one? Impossible. The bookmakers must have been laughing at him. But Jason carefully pinpointed his targets with three-shot bursts targeted at the heads, and seven went down before he reloaded. He didn't believe this, but he continued firing.
Bullets pinged to the left and right of him, but they never seemed to strike him. The men dropped down, one by one, and Jason was clear. He gathered up all the M4 ammo he could find, about 800 rounds, which would be enough for him. He then drove over to the wreckage of the plane. The weaponry had taken a bit of a battering, and several boxes had split open, revealing Desert Eagles and M4s, Combat Shotguns and SMGs. Jason, grunting, heaved box after box of weaponry into the back of the Boxville, and when his arms could lift no more, after about seven boxes of firepower, he grabbed the weapons that had spilt out, and placed them into the back. He lowered the back of the van shut, before he drove off to Phil's Place in Little Haiti.
He was greeted by a redneck-looking man, or more likely, Phil Cassidy, with red hair, and to Jason's shock, one of his arms had been blown straight off.
"So you the guy Tommy sent?" asked Phil.
"Yeah. The boxes in the back are filled with weaponry. You Cassidy?" asked Jason.
"Sure am, son. Let's check it out, son." Phil headed over to the back, and grinned at the stacks of weapons piled there.
"Shit! You got all this stuff from the army?"
"Yeah, I kinda shot this plane down. Tommy's orders." Jason replied awkwardly.
"Good work. Now I don't quite need all these weapons, so we can sell them for a lot of dosh at AmmuNation, I bet. Come on, let's head over there." Phil said.
They walked over to Phil's Army Patriot, but they were distracted by three Pony vans and two Voodoos racing into the place.
"Shit! Haitians! Let's get the hell out of here!" Phil yelled.
They ran over to the Boxville, which was still filled with weaponry.
"Now son, even if I only have one arm, I can stills hoot, so drive and I'll ride shotgun." Phil said to Jason.
Jason, nodding, quickly handed his M4 over to the Vietnam War veteran, and as quickly as they could, the Boxville sped off, or more like, lumbered off.
Phil had opened the window and started shooting with his single arm. Jason was surprised: Phil hadn't lost much of his accuracy, and he heard an explosion from behind him, as one of the chasing Haitian cars was blown up by Phil's shooting.
The Boxville weaved left and right, Jason trying to handle the truck as they made their way over to Downtown. He was now confined to the pavement as they approached AmmuNation.
"Shit! Pull left!" yelled Phil, having a peek at what was going on.
Too late. The Boxville was going way too fast. The truck launched its way up the stairs, and flew onto the roof of AmmuNation. The two Voodoos tried this same stunt, but they only managed to smash into the walls, and flip over, both blowing up.
The remaining Haitians got out of their vans, and started shooting at the truck above on the roof. Phil and Jason came from the top, both carrying M4s, and with their superior range and accuracy, the Haitians went down.
Grimacing, Phil and Jason headed back into the Boxville, jumping back down and landing next to AmmuNation.
"That was some serious shit, like in Nicaragua!" Phil exclaimed.
They sold half the weapon stock over to AmmuNation and got quite a large chunk of cash, and the remaining half was driven back to Phil's.
"Good work, son. May as well drop by sometime and grab some heavy weaponry. I'll se you, or Tommy around." Phil told him as they piled the last box of weaponry in a secret room in his cabin.
Jason, satisfied with his work, and the $40,000 worth of weapons he had sold, drove back to Vercetti Estate.