Jason took a while to completely wake himself up, but wake he did, and he dressed into some clean clothes, and decided to order some breakfast. The hotel food wasn't bad, but it was a far cry from Tommy's splendid breakfasts.
When he was done, he drove his Admiral to his apartment to collect his weapons, and some of his cash. As he headed up the steps to his apartment, his cell phone rang.
"Hello?" Jason asked.
"Hey, Jason, it's me, John. Wassup?" asked Jason's best friend, on the other side.
"Hey. Not much. Where you right now?" asked Jason.
"Right now, my phone's gonna bust, but I'm flying to Liberty at the moment. Forgot to recharge it."
"No shit? I thought you had some business?"
"I did, but it went much better than I thought. Two days early done."
"So when you gonna get to Liberty?"
"Well, the flight has only just started, so probably this evening only."
"All right. I'll see you soon; I'm going to check out something. See you soon."
"Bye."
Jason shut his phone, and he continued on into his apartment, taking out his key and twisting the door. The door opened with a click, and Jason headed inside, where his silenced pistol and MicroSMG lay on the couch. He took them both, checked their ammo, before he headed back outside to his Admiral.
As he headed outside though, he spotted the dead body of a cop lying on the ground. He had several bullet holes in the chest, and two Mafia guys were walking away. Shrugging to himself, Jason took the pistol from the cop, along with the nightstick and even some teargas
He decided to check out Paulie's Revue Bar first, and try to get some info out of JD O'Toole. He drove the Admiral over to the Red Light District, and he found himself looking at a large sign reading "PAULIE'S REVUE BAR". He could even hear random music and some continuous shouts of men cheering the dancers on.
The Admiral calmly slid into a spot on the street, and Jason got out. He slipped the silencer and inspected the smooth metal of the pistol, before he pulled back the hammer, and a single round flicked up, ready to be fired. He headed inside the strip club, and ignoring the giggling pole dancers, he looked around for the manager's room. He found it, but there were two bouncers guarding it.
Jason thought about how to dispatch them. He didn't want to scare anybody by shooting them, nor did he want to make an excuse. But then, his hands found the teargas in his can. He closed his eyes, and blocked his nose and quickly peeled open the can and threw it hard at where the guards were. The gas exploded out of the can, and almost immediately stunned the bouncers, and they collapsed on the floor.
Jason sneaked past them, and he managed to steal a key from one of the men's pockets. He tried the key on the door, and the door opened to him. He smiled, and he headed inside. There was a slimy-looking Asian sitting on the couch at the far end of the room, watching TV. Jason pulled out his silenced pistol, and sneaked up to him. Quickly, he pulled out his silenced pistol and clutched the man, probably JD O'Toole, in a headlock.
"Speak. Now." Jason demanded dangerously.
"W-wha-what?" stuttered O'Toole.
Jason pushed him onto the couch and pointed his silenced pistol at O'Toole.
"Tell me about…your connections to gangs." Jason said to the owner of the strip club.
"Nothing! I'm clean, I don't do anything, I ain't no banger, so-"
"Shut up. Sit down. I'm not the cops. But I got a tip-off that some freak tipped off the Mafia who killed my father!" Jason angrily yelled.
"Hey, hey, that wasn't me. Who is your father anyway?"
"Jaiyan Chan."
"Well, I spoke to him a few days before he died; we talked about the siege operating at the fish factory, and decided to send men there."
Jason could spot the lie in O'Toole's eyes, and he was furious.
"You lying bastard. Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now. You no Triad warlord. You're a prick!" Jason shouted.
"No, no, I didn't mean that…well, it's, it's the fact that he came along, and just happened to tell me about what they were going to do."
"And you spilled it out to the Mafia?"
"No!"
"Man, I'm sick of people giving all this bullshit to me. Not even when a person's trying to look for who killed his father! Do you have any idea which family it could be?"
"I don't have any clue!"
Jason sighed, and he shrugged before he let go of O'Toole, but as he left, he whacked him in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious and left him to be found by his bouncers later on.
Jason spent the rest of the day driving around, getting into the odd fight with a ped, and he even managed to steal a Buffalo and export it over to the Portland Docks, netting some great cash. But eventually, it was about the time for John's arrival in Liberty City, so Jason drove his Admiral over to Francis International Airport. But as he was about to drive it, he decided against it, and he jacked a nearby Stallion convertible with the keys still jammed in. He twisted the ignition, and he drove off.
John arrived carrying two briefcases, and with a big grin. He winked at Jason as he headed towards him.
"Hey. Let's go, we gonna drive back to Portland, or should we get some fast food?" asked Jason.
"Nah, holmes, let's get back to Portland. We can have dinner later. Not hungry anyway. C'mon, let's get back to your crib, check what's happening." John replied.
They drove back through Staunton Island, taking a detour from Yardie turf, and driving back through Harwood.
But as they were driving back, three Kuruma cars of a colour that Jason had never seen before, and with spoilers, came racing next to them. The four passengers in the first car ducked out of the window, and opened up with their Uzis in a big drive-by.
"Holy shit!" yelled Jason as he ducked and bullets whizzed just over his head.
"Asshole Mafia!" John shouted.
"Here, take my piece, cap their asses!" yelled Jason.
John kept his head down, while Jason peeked upwards to check where they were going, until eventually the firing came to a temporary halt, and John ducked out, shooting the driver of the first Mafia Kuruma in the face. The improved gang car slid out of control, but somehow regained it as one of the gunmen dived into the driver's seat, taking the wheel. The other men, in the other cars as well, opened fire, and soon, a series of bullet holes appeared in the Stallion's frame.
"Shit! We better dive!" yelled Jason in a loud whisper.
"Hold up for just a moment. I'll try to spot us something to ride." John replied.
He looked up; only to dodge back down as several more bullets nearly blew his head off. They passed on, and struck a cop on an HPV-100, sending him tumbling off the bike.
"There's a police bike! Right!" shouted John.
Jason turned right. As he drew in the right direction of the HPV-100, he dived out, followed by John. Making sure he still had his weapons, he jumped onto the bike, handing his MicroSMG to John, and watching the first Mafia Kuruma failing to react well enough, and slough straight into the Stallion, flipping over and blowing up on impact.
"Shoot them! We can collect your stuff later!"
"You just drive! Come on!" John screamed.
He could hear John firing the MicroSMG, shouting:
"EAT IT! EAT IT!"
From what Jason could hear, he soon heard a second explosion, and he quickly turned around to see the burnt frame of one more Mafia Kuruma down.
The last one obviously had enough. It turned back for another destination.
"Jason, follow it, DAMN IT!" screamed John.
Jason sped the HPV-100 in the other direction, and they kept their distance from the Kuruma, but eventually spotted it lead to a large villa, and the four men got out, running up the steps of the large, luxurious house.
"Man that was some serious shit! I'd rather have picked the fast food first!" John exclaimed, gasping slightly.
"We got some info anyway. Now we have a clue which Mafia family it is. We should send something to Suzie; get him to check it out. You got a camera?"
"Got one in my baggage, left it there for some reason. Let's go get it." John said.
They sped back to grab his luggage, and they got back in the crippled Stallion, and carefully drove back to the villa, taking a photo, quickly processing it, and sending it to Suzie back in Las Venturas, before they finally got some fast food at seven.
"Well, that was pretty darn crazy. Let's get some rest or something, we can hit for something else tomorrow." Jason said.
"For sure." John replied, sounding quite relieved as they walked to retrieve Jason's Admiral.