A/N: Okay! Here's the next chapter. This title is really frustrating me, so if ANYBODY has a good idea for this title, please inform me, and I might consider changing it!

Jason found Tommy once again, at his office.

"Hey, Jason." Tommy greeted him.

"Weapons delivered to Phil's, Tommy. Rest sitting in a pile in AmmuNation." Jason told Tommy, handing the large briefcase of money. He had probably deprived AmmuNation of nearly all its money.

"Shit! How many boxes did you get?" asked Tommy, inspecting the lines of green, in spite of the fact that he already had so much money.

"About eight. All filled up with all this crap, M4s and shit."

"You did well. Go take a break, until you think you're ready for the next mission." Tommy grinned.

"Nah, Tommy, I'll do another one right now."

"You think fast, mate. Although my men are still trying to find the location of the package that you and the Triads want, there are several packages being driven over to the boatyard, but I recently heard something about it getting ambushed and some Columbians are trying to get hold of it. Get down to the boatyard as quickly as you can. Use my Infernus! And call me later on this mobile!" Tommy yelled Jason, tossing him a mobile and the keys to his super-rare sports car.

The white Acura Infernus that Tommy owned was one of the rarest vehicles about, as was the '86 Banshee. Nowadays, Infernus sports cars had a bumper sort of thing, and Banshees were convertible. Jason wasn't sure about taking it, but it didn't matter, if Tommy was so desperate at the moment. He got in, and sped off like there was no tomorrow towards the boatyard.

He had just missed the Columbians. However, he quickly got out, and fired his SMG at one of the Columbians, sending him flying off his bike and dropping the package. Jason ran up to the bike, picked up the package, and fitted it into his pocket. They seemed to be plans to a boat or something. But that didn't matter right now. He jumped onto the FCR-900, and gave chase.

Fortunately, the Columbians hadn't decided to split up, for some reason. So Jason could chase them down a same line, and as long as he remembered where the others had gone, he could tail them with his better handling skills. He fired at the closest man with his SMG. It was an inch-perfect spray, and a hail of bullets sent the man tumbling off his bike. Quickly, Jason grabbed the package and he followed them on.

He managed to kill two more as they raced all over Vice City, eventually leading over to what looked like a Columbian base where they would be flying off with their prize. Men were scattered all around, with pistols and SMGs. As the last man raced into the base, Jason following fast, they began charging into the plane. But Jason wasn't finished yet. He sprayed his last bullets in his clip at the man, sending him sliding off his bike. He grabbed at the package as he raced by, and to his surprise, he got it.

Now having all the packages, Jason raced back to Tommy's place. But the Columbians weren't going to lose their prize fast either. Four Comets made their way towards the fleeing FCR-900, and they began popping caps at him. They were pretty damn inaccurate though, and Jason managed to avoid their bullets. He needed to lose them. The boatyard wouldn't want a hail of bullets if Jason led the Columbians to them.

But then, once I lose them, all they'd have to do is go to the boatyard and take it again, Jason thought. He needed to destroy them. Probably the only way would be to wreck them. The FCR-900 was faster than the Comet, and it could go in places even nimble sports cars couldn't. So he raced off again, trying to draw the chasing Comets into walls, and dodging the occasional spray.

Eventually, after fifteen minutes of a frantic chase, Jason reached the airport. He was running out of ideas already, and all he had got out of his efforts was a single wreck to one of the Comets, and they were still chasing him hard. He swung a 90-degree turn, and found himself facing the Vice Surf billboard. Taking a deep breath, he raced up it, and attempted an inward corkscrew stunt.

It was about the first time he had ever tried that stun, even having seen it on videos performed by great stunters risking their lives. In those videos, they landed their stunts inch-perfect. However, Jason wasn't the best stunter, and he landed it sideways on top of Escobar International, nearly falling off. Luckily for him, two of the Comets didn't quite build up the speed to jump onto the top of Escobar International, and smashed a bit lower, severely crippling the car, and making it unable to continue chasing.

Two Comets however, had made the jump as well, but by the time they had landed, Jason had jumped off the "roof". He landed well this time, and he tried to forge away a bit more as the Comets jumped down again to try and follow him. Two down, two to go.

Jason searched around for another way to lose them. He turned onto the bridge that led from the Vice Ports and the Airport, to Washington Beach. The Comets trailed behind, still slightly wrecked from the jump and previous crashes. Jason raced all the way over to the VCPD HQ, where then, he suffered a bit of a mind-slide.

The motorbike slid out of control, but Jason managed to regain control just as he slid by a ramp-like power source, or whatever it was. Unfortunately for him, he had slid 90 degrees as well, and he had no choice, but to take the jump. As the bike flew over the narrow water, a wave of adrenaline struck him.

"HOOOLLYY COOOWW!" Jason yelled.

As the bike sailed over the water, and began to land on the other side, Jason's excitement once again turned into a moment of panic.

The bike dropped lower, and it was headed towards…a rail. Suddenly, Jason realised what was going to happen.

"Shit!" he yelled.

The part between the front and rear wheels landed on the rail, and Jason tried staying on, despite the incredible landing. He somehow managed to gently guide the bike down the rail, and complete the amazing grind combo. Luckily for him, the Comets tried this stunt, but they both crashed into the water. Still panting, Jason sped the bike over to the boatyard, wondering to himself as he raced: "Holy cow, is this a mission or a stunt movie filming?"

Eventually, he got to the boatyard, and he delivered the packages to the men, who seemed to be called Dwayne and Jethro Junior by Tommy. They even spoke like the two surfer dudes who were now operating with CJ in San Fierro.

Jason dumped the bike, and he got back in his Infernus, which he had managed to keep there the whole time, keys still jammed in. He got back to Tommy's mansion, where a grinning Tommy was waiting.

"How'd it go?" Tommy asked.

"Not bad, I guess. Got into some wild shit near the end though." Jason replied. And that was an understatement!

"I'm wiped out. Can I take a rest, Tommy?"

Jason headed to his room, dragging himself along, before falling into his nap, dreaming of crazy stunts.