Jason and John woke up with the early morning desert sun already starting to rise up and shine over them. CJ was already up, pacing about and organising a bit of toast for breakfast.
"Hey, you guys. You wanna lift back to Venturas after breakfast? I got some stuff there as well." CJ asked as Jason and John dressed.
"Yeah, sure. I gotta do some business at the Four Dragons." John replied.
"I'm seeing Suzie for any information on our package." Jason piped up.
"Well, guess we all got stuff going. Casino auditions on today, you know? Heard Mad Dogg was gonna show up."
"What's the down with him anyway? Heard he was drinking or something, and was going to suicide?" Jason asked.
"Nah, he did try to jump, but he only just managed to land in the truck I placed beneath him. Going to be busy, I reckon. Let's get breakfast first." CJ said, handing a couple of pieces of toast and some cereal.
They settled down to eat, and they were finished by seven-thirty. Jason and John followed Carl to a parked Premier in his garage. But as they clambered in, CJ received a phone call.
"Hello?"
"FUCKING IDIOTA!" shouted a feminine voice from the other side.
"Fuck you Catalina!" CJ shouted back, and slammed the cell phone.
"Who was that?" Jason asked, looking amused.
"Former associate…crazy bitch, she was. Probably going to get blown down in a helicopter or something later on. I bet that snake without the tongue is getting sick of her." CJ grumbled, as the car started up and they drove for the Four Dragons.
However, phone calls involving people swearing at him seemed to stick to CJ. Shortly after they hit the road, Carl was called by an absolutely livid Salvatore Leone, and was given a fair spraying, with the louder phrases heard by both Jason and John. CJ, however, kept it cool, and he calmly replied that he was going spending the cash on some nice stuff. He shut the phone, and this time, burst into laughter.
"So how much of the slice did you get, CJ?" Jason asked, grinning.
"$100,000. I don't think Salvatore is going to like having a proper count of how much money the casino lost."
"Well, we counted our money last night, totalled to about…$350,000." John smirked.
"What are you going to get then?" Jason asked.
"Dunno…maybe some real estate around Venturas. Something at the recently re-opened Didier Sachs as well, I think."
After half an hour, they were driving in the heart of Las Venturas, but as they passed Caligula's, Jason immediately knew that it was a bad idea. Three Huntley SUVs full of Mafia made their way towards the Premier.
"Shit, CJ! How the hell we get out of this?" Jason asked.
"Oh yeah, I forgot, I borrowed some money from Caligula's, just for fun. I've been ignoring their constant calls for their money back." CJ replied, keeping his infectious smile. He loved a challenge.
"Well, do you at least have some weapons? We're not going to match them with versatility and ramming them into submission. How the fuck can we P.I.T manoeuvre them when we're the ones getting chased?" John asked.
"Just wait and see. I guess I'll have to make it up as we go along. Oh, and there is a silenced pistol under the seat." Carl replied calmly.
The Premier was spun as one of the Huntley's cut across CJ's wide turn, but CJ somehow managed to control the car, and bring it alongside the SUV, giving John enough time to shoot at the driver through the window, a single bullet going through the driver's head, and blowing his brains out.
Eventually, CJ decided to stop messing about, and he started using all his driving skills he had learned at the advanced driving school course in Doherty, San Fierro. Finally, they arrived at the Four Dragons Casino, and the three of them got out, half an hour later than the time they should have been at, if they hadn't came up against the Mafia.
"I gotta go supervise the Four Dragons music tryouts with Woozie and my sister. I'll see you two later." Carl grinned to Jason and John.
"Hey, you got anything? I'm going to ask Suzie about what's going on with the killing of my father. And your uncle." Jason asked John.
"Sorry, I got some stuff. Tell me about it later. They probably want us for something later on today as well. Tell me then." John replied.
"Okay, I'll see you soon then."
Jason walked into Suzie's office. The assistant to Woozie wasn't doing his job for now, as Woozie didn't need help to listen to the singing for the tryouts, and instead, Suzie was viewing a long code of information on one of the Four Dragons databases.
"Hey Suzie." Jason greeted.
"Hey Jason. What's up?" Suzie asked.
"I just came here to check out what's going on….and for any information about the Mafia." Jason replied.
"Well, I think we've had our job made a lot easier…the Sindaccos have lost nearly all their top brass, so have the Forelli's. They both didn't look like they murdered those Triads anyway; the Sindaccos are nearly completely Venturas-based, the Forelli's are struggling to stay on the Liberty City map. Even though a good hit would strengthen them, they don't have the resources or enough men to strike."
"So you think it's either the Leone Family or the Folleni Family?" Jason asked.
"Well, the Follenis are definitely on the up. They made the wrong move to show their intentions though. They hit the Diablos way too early, before they had settled into any proper businesses. And in the package, it also informs that the Follenis are making purchases of this new SPANK from the Columbian Cartel, in exchange for helping them push the Southside Hoods out of Cedar Grove, and the Yakuza and Yardies back on Staunton Island." Suzie replied.
"The Leone Family doesn't seem to be organised enough for taking on the Triads. Toni Cipriani is more intent on keeping Mafia turf, and Joey Leone is keeping himself to himself with his car business in Trenton."
"The Follenis? Well, I might have to go back to Liberty to get some information once we got all this stuff in Venturas sorted out then." Jason replied.
"Hey, isn't there some random Triad guy, O'Toole or something, running a sex club or something in the Red Light District of Portland?" Suzie asked.
"Yeah…I think so. My father mentioned him a few times, said he was getting a bit nosy…holy shit! He must have snitched on the Triads!" Jason yelled.
"Hold on a second! We can't just go blaming our fellow Triads! You probably have to talk to him soon, and if he doesn't…shove him at gunpoint." Suzie exclaimed.
"Well that isn't the point is it? That's still accusing him…I gotta find a way inside." Jason replied.
"So you think it's the Follenis? Definitely?"
"I'm not sure. Once this casino business is sorted out, I'm going to go back to Liberty to see." Jason replied.
"Okay, that should be done. Wanna go check out the auditions? Been going on for half an hour." Suzie told Jason.
They headed towards the audition room, and stopped to listen to a small, round voice sing something, before a female voice called:
"Next!"
"Thank you." Woozie's soft voice said.
The rejected contestant argued, until he eventually gave up and headed to the exit, where Suzie and Jason were. The man was no more than a midget…though he might have just been 'a man of small build'.
After listening to Woozie and CJ's conversation about everything being harder than they thought, they spotted a black man making their way towards them.
"Hey people. Who's in there?" asked the man, no other than Mad Dogg himself.
The star rapper had certainly managed to get clean, and after Suzie told him that CJ was there, he headed inside. After a few minutes of conversation, Jason heard CJ swear loudly at Mad Dogg.
"You traded your mansion for some drugs?" he heard CJ ask.
After some more talking, Carl came out, a bit pissed.
"Stupid Vagos assholes…" he grumbled.
"So are we going to try and take his crib back?" asked Jason.
"Yeah, guess so. We'll try to strike in the evening: parachute onto the roof and then kill Big Poppa, that drug lord living there. Vagos gonna be crawling all over though." CJ replied.
"Well, what should we do then?" John asked, popping up from nowhere.
"We should help Woozie order some new equipment for the casino. That heist got the Four Dragons somewhere, you know." Suzie said.
"And play some blackjack or something. It gets pretty boring in a casino if you don't actually do any gambling." John said.
"Come on, let's play then." Jason said, heading over to a blackjack table.
After spending most the day playing poker and blackjack, eventually, it started to get dark, and they prepared themselves for the assault. A Shamal was flown over from the airport by CJ, and another pilot took the reins, and Jason and John both grabbed AK-47s. There were five of them in one plane: four Triads and one CJ. About halfway from the destination, Jason asked John:
"You ever jumped before?"
"Nah. You?" John asked.
"Nah." Jason replied, winking at Carl.
"When we jump off, we're going to feel invincible!" Jason yelled.
"I AM INVINCIBLE!" yelled John as he jumped off the plane.
"WHOOAA!" another Triad said.
"WAAA-HOOOO!" the last Triad shouted as he jumped off.
"Well, I guess I'll go after you, man." CJ grinned.
"Okay, sure." Jason smiled.
He dived off the plane, and after a few seconds of freefall, opened up his parachute, carefully placing his landing on top of the large mansion in the heart of Vinewood.
John and the other Triads were already battling it out with the Los Santos Vagos on the roof at that time, and they were doing it well. Reinforcements however, were pouring in from the inside of the mansion, and reloading was going to be hard. But Jason helped unload a fresh clip of lead into some Vagos, and then CJ arrived, packing an M4, Combat Shotgun, and Desert Eagle. They eventually overwhelmed the defence on the roof, and headed inside. A couple of Triads, including John, stayed back on the roof for defence, and to help the Triad reinforcements get onto the mansion in one piece.
Once inside the mansion, Jason noticed that there were several rooms that they probably had to clear out before they found Big Poppa. The first rooms to the right and left both had Vagos with SMGs, some even with prostitutes. Quickly, Jason and CJ cleared them out, and Vagos came out of the rooms. But CJ was quick and efficient with his automatic pump-gun, and they were swept aside. Jason checked each of the rooms in the hallway, to make sure everything was clear, before they moved onwards.
Slowly, they moved through room after room in the mansion, each filled up with some sort of luxury. Eventually, CJ spotted an important-looking man sitting on the couch in one room, three hookers at his side. When the man saw CJ, he sprang up, and made a run for it.
"That coward!" CJ spat.
CJ chased after Big Poppa, with Jason just behind him, giving him cover from any more Vagos. Big Poppa ran outside the mansion, and got inside a Stinger. There was a Windsor parked next to it, and CJ and Jason got in that.
"Come on, you shoot, I drive!" CJ shouted.
Jason's burst of bullets impacted on the light framework of the Stinger, and one found its way into the gas tank, embedding the Stinger in a wall of flames. Quickly, it exploded, and CJ and Jason drove back to the mansion.
"We probably have to check if there's any more Vagos, then we got the mansion back." Jason said.
"Yeah. For sure. That was some serious shit! Let's check on the Triads as well." CJ replied.
When they found the mansion completely clear of any hostile gang members, they shared a high-five, and headed up to the roof, while CJ phoned Mad Dogg, telling him that his mansion was clean of gang-bangers.
"Hey, John. I'm gonna leave for Liberty City, probably tomorrow, to get back at the Mafia. You want to come?" Jason asked.
"Yeah, I think I can, but I got some stuff in Fierro to sort out, I'll come when I'm done." John replied.
Jason groaned quietly. He was going to be alone again. But he was now getting close to finding who had killed his father.
He was going to get his revenge.