Chapter 4: Speed Comes To Liberty
Warning, the first part of this chapter will contain a lot of racism. The views mentioned are not my own, so please do not send me hate mail about it. This chapter will also contain a great deal more sexual content.
1980, Liberty City, Staunton Island
Ray Machowski was a man in his twenties, he had slightly messed up black hair that was combed back. His face was unshaven and rough looking, a toothpick hung from his mouth.
Ray was wearing a gray suit jacket and matching pants, a grey trench coat on top of everything. He walked through the police station to the commissioner's office, he opened the door.
Ray stood before the Liberty City commissioner, "Ray. I got you a new partner, kid fresh outta the academy." The commissioner said.
Ray groaned, "Not another kid who thinks that he's Dirty Harry cruisin around the city like he owns it." He said. "Just do it Ray, he can't be any worse than Norman was before he retired."
Ray walked out to his car. An African American man who couldn't have been older than nineteen walked up.
Ray looked at the man and whispered quietly to himself, "Great, he's a nigger too."
Ray got in the car and the man got in with him. "What's your name kid?" he asked as he pulled away from the police station.
"Frank Tenpenny." The man said. "What the fuck kind of name is Tenpenny? Specially for a little nigger like you, you some kinda queer?" Ray asked. "No sir." Tenpenny replied.
"Okay, just messin with ya kid. Where you from?" Ray asked. "Wichita Gardens." Tenpenny replied.
"That's Southside Hoods turf, why the fuck are you a cop?" Ray asked. "My Moms was killed in a gang war between the Red Jacks and the Purple Nines. I got into police work because I hoped to catch her killer." Tenpenny replied.
"Well Frank, let me tell you something. On TV you see all those movies and shows where good and bad are clearly highlighted and there's a very thick line between the sides, you know what I'm talkin about?" Ray asked. "Yes sir." Tenpenny replied.
"That's all bullshit. To catch someone bad, you gotta be a little bad yourself. You gotta make friends with some criminals so they'll help you catch others." Ray said. "But isn't that against the law?" Tenpenny asked.
"Listen to me, and listen to me good you little nigger. Cause I'm only gonna say this once. This city is full of crime, niggers, spics, grease balls, gooks, you name it. Every day we're out risking our lives to make this city a better place, so what if we take a bribe here and there, or a little drug money, maybe a kilo for ourselves. They owe us."
"But I'm gonna set up one ground rule, you're either gonna like it, or you're gonna die. You wouldn't be the first partner I killed, and whether I gotta hire somebody or kill you myself, I'll do it." Ray said.
"Is that what happened to your last partner?" Tenpenny asked. "Yeah, that's what happened to all my partners, cept Norman." Ray replied.
Tenpenny looked at Ray and began to open his mouth but Ray interrupted, "Who's Norman? He was one of the force's best cops. Back in the 30's he helped bring down the Salieri Mafia, that was before the Leone and Forelli families came about."
"I was a young upstart like you, he was the best detective on the force. He showed me the ropes. Taught me everything that he knew, he retired in 72."
"After that, corruption started to become more common. I held strong to my morals for about a year, but I give up on em for a suitcase full of money and a kilo of coke."
"Anyway, this is the one ground rule. You work with me and don't object to anything and everything will be peachy fucking keen." Ray said.
"So we're crooked cops?" Tenpenny asked. "The crookedest." Ray replied. "So where are we going?" Tenpenny asked. "To visit our contacts." Ray replied.
Ray drove out to the business district of Staunton and pulled up to a casino. "Let's go." He said as he set the parking brake and walked in.
A Japanese man approached Ray, "Mr. Machowski, I assume you are here to see Mr. Kassen." He said. "Why the hell else would I be here you fuckin gook?"
"This way Mr. Machowski." The man said and Ray and Tenpenny followed him to the top floor to a little office.
A Japanese man with slicked back black hair and a white suit sat in his chair, "Ah, Mr. Machowski. How goes things?" the man asked.
Tenpenny's eyes widened when he realized that the man before him was Aoshi Kassen, the Kaiten-Kenbu of the Liberty City Mafia.
"You got any business for me?" Ray asked. "I regret to say no, I have no leads for you Mr. Machowski." Aoshi replied.
"Fuckin gooks, shoulda killed you all in Vietnam." Ray mumbled as he walked away, his hands planted in his grey trench coat. "And a good day to you Mr. Machowski." Aoshi replied behind him.
As they got in the car Tenpenny turned to Ray, "What are you some kind of fuckin racist?" he asked. Ray growled and turned to Tenpenny, "I'm not a racist. I hate everyone equally."
This went on until 1985 when Officer Frank Tenpenny was transferred to Los Santos, Grove Street. You know the rest of that story…
1992, Liberty City, Shoreside Vale
A black sports car reached the edge of Liberty City, pausing for a moment. Claude Speed enjoyed the view of the skyline, the way the sun shone up over the tall buildings, the view was serene and peaceful.
Claude stared at the large city and thought to himself, 'It's good to be back. Nothing could end this wonderful moment.'
"Why are we just sitting here you fucking pig? Get a fucking move on!" Catalina said from the seat next to Claude.
Claude shifted the car into gear and drove into the city. 'I wish I'd never met this crazy bitch.' He thought to himself.
They pulled into Shoreside Vale going across the Cochrane Dam, headed slowly towards Cedar Grove.
Claude looked at Catalina, she was gorgeous. The way the sun shone off her copper skin as she sat in the seat, her hair pulled neatly back in a pony tail.
Her thin stomach stuck out from under her shirt that ended just below her breasts. Her amber eyes glowed with beauty and anger both at the same time. A permanent scowl seemed to be on her face.
Someone as beautiful as Catalina was very rare, he could not imagine why he wouldn't want to date her.
"Idiota! You missed our turn! Go back or I cut your little balls off!" Catalina said. Then Claude's memory was restored.
Claude did an illegal U-turn and went back towards a large mansion, he pulled up to the gate and honked the horn. The gate slowly slid open.
"Fucking pig! Can't you do anything right?" Catalina growled. Claude let out a small sigh, he had fallen in love with her over a year ago now.
Their original plan had been to go straight to Liberty City, but they kept getting sidetracked by banks, hiding from the law, and when Catalina got pissed off and killed someone.
Claude loved her, but she discouraged him a lot. She did nothing but insult him, she would call her old boyfriend Carl during sex. It was as if Claude was nothing but a tool to her.
He shook the feeling off, 'No, she loves me.' "Idiota! Get out of the car!" Catalina shouted. 'On the other hand' he thought to himself.
Claude did love Catalina, he believed he was in love. People had often confused his silence with stupidity, but he was truly cunning.
Claude had fallen for Catalina for her looks, but he was not a man who thought with his dick. He had seen too many times when that turned out bad for other men.
The two crooks made their way into the main room of the mansion. A man in cowboy boots, a long sleeved shirt, black jeans, and a brown leather vest came downstairs.
"Catalina! My sexy senorita! How are you." The man said walking down the stairs. The man wrapped his arms around Catalina and gave her a long passionate kiss.
Claude could feel his fists tighten, his teeth grit. He placed his hand in the pocket of his leather jacket, he could feel the cold iron of his .44 pistol in his hand.
Catalina noticed his jealousy, she started grinding her hips against the man's. "Oh, Miguel. You pleasure me so." She said as she ground her hips quicker into Miguel's.
"Oh! Yes Miguel! Oh! Yes!" she faked an orgasm there in the middle of the hall in front of the guards and Claude.
Catalina pulled a cigarette from her shirt and lit it, she kissed Miguel. "That was the best I've had in months." She said, she walked over to Claude. "Why don't you get acquainted with Miguel, I'll go change lover."
Claude's anger was at its peak, he knew that she didn't really do what she made it look like she did. But it was the fact that she was trying to anger him intentionally that angered him.
St. Mark's
Mike Forelli sat in St. Mark's Bistro. It had been a year since the great Forelli massacre of 1991. But only three of the brothers were left. Mike sighed, he needed a source of revenue to restore pride to the family name.
He though hard, staring at his plate of food. Mike's two brothers Sal and Augustus walked in. "Hey, Mike. How's my older brother doin?" Sal asked.
Mike looked up from his food, "Sal. Things are horrible. Ever since Sonny died, I just don't know what to do. We need money, but where are we going to get it?" he asked.
Sal seemed thoughtful for a moment. "I got no damn idea." "I got an idea." Augustus said, "What about Caligula's? Ever since the Sindaccos were massacred and the place was heisted, it's open for business to us."
"I thought that Salvatore was there." Mike said. "Not anymore, he's coming back today, just a few Leone mobsters hanging around." Sal replied.
"I guess I'll go there then." Mike said. "We'll handle things here while you're gone." Augustus said. "Okay, let's start making plans and calling some of our guys in." Mike said, his spirits were raised.
Staunton Island Cathedral
Aoshi Kassen stood at the back of the cathedral, his white Yakuza attire was adorned with a red bow tie. This was a truly happy day, his daughter Asuka's wedding day.
Aoshi had let Asuka have her wish of an American Christian wedding; she wanted to wear the long flowing dress of the American girls. He smiled as she walked forward, Aoshi offered his arm to her.
Asuka looked beautiful in her flowing white gown, her face white with foundation, and her lips as red as roses.
Aoshi smiled, his daughter remained untainted even though she was waist deep in a crime organization. He loved his business, but never wanted his own daughter to become a member of it.
They reached the end of the isle and Aoshi released Asuka's arm. She walked up to her groom Shiro Wyachi. The two gazed into each other's eyes lovingly.
The priest began to recite the wedding vows, Asuka smiled as she gazed into Shiro's eyes. She was prepared to be with him forever, nothing could stop them, for their love was eternal.
There was a loud popping sound, Shiro's eyes suddenly became large and glazed over. He fell to the floor, his white suit covered in blood.
Asuka looked to the back of the church to see a Hispanic man in blue coat with a red bandana, he was holding a pistol. "That's right you bastard! You killed my brother, now I killed you." He said.
The church became chaos as people ran for the door, soon the only people in the church were Asuka, Aoshi, and the Diablo.
The Diablo pointed his gun at Asuka, "Now it's time to kill his bitch!" he said loudly. He pulled the hammer back and squeezed the trigger.
Asuka's eyes widened in fear when suddenly something white came in her path, she soon recognized it as her father.
Aoshi's back exploded in a gush of blood as he fell to the floor. Asuka drug her father up and sat him on her lap. "Father…" she said, but it was too late. Aoshi's eyes had become blank and soulless.
"Hey bitch, ready to die?" the Diablo said. Asuka looked at him through tear soaked eyes; she reached into her father's pocket and grabbed his .45 pistol.
The cold iron felt foreign in her hands as she'd never even held a gun before, let alone shot one. She pulled the gun out of the pocket and held it out.
The Diablo panicked and reacted too slowly. Asuka pulled the trigger, she missed where she had aimed but hit the Diablo's jugular vein.
Blood sprayed all over Asuka until her white dress was blood red. She sat in the puddle of blood holding her fiancé in one arm and her father in the other. As she sat there crying, she knew that she would never be the same again.
Francis International Airport
Joey Leone stood by his limo waiting. He anxiously tapped his foot as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. He flicked his lighter open and lit it.
Joey tugged at his collar, he hated suits. He was a mechanic and far more at home in a pair of coveralls than a Mafioso suit, but he had to honor his father's wishes to see him in a suit.
Joey sat up and threw his cigarette in the bushes as he saw two mobsters walk out followed by his father Salvatore and a strange woman in leopard skin pants and a black skin tight shirt.
"Joey! My boy, how are you?" Salvatore said hugging his son, "I'm good pops. Who's the broad?" Joey asked.
Salvatore backed away from Joey and gestured to the woman at his side. "This my son is Maria La Torra the original Queen of Sheeba." He said as he smiled.
"Ah, I feel like a queen. I mean here I am in Liberty City, I've never been here before, this place looks great I just…" she continued to drone on.
"Son, you ever heard of a Carl Johnson?" Salvatore asked. "You mean CJ?" Joey replied. "Yeah, that's the guy. He worked for me for a little bit, he was the one who led the Triad bank heist." Salvatore replied.
"Speaking of Triads, Toni gave his utmost apologies but he's on business right now in China Town if you know what I mean. He said he'd meet us at Luigi's club tonight." Joey said.
"That's a shame, I was hoping to see him. Well, I'm tired let's get back to the house." Salvatore said. "Sure thing Pops." Joey said and he opened the door for his father and Maria to get in.
The limo pulled away from the airport as another pulled in, Mike Forelli stepped out along with five gangsters. Unbeknownst to him, he was being watched from the bushes.
Cartel Mansion, Cedar Grove
"So… You're Catalina's boyfriend." Miguel said scratching the back of his head. Claude nodded. "What's the matter with you es'e, cat got your tongue?" he asked.
Claude rolled his eyes, he pointed his finger out to make his hand look like a gun and pointed at his throat, he pressed his thumb down to symbolize a hammer falling on a pistol.
"You got shot in the throat and it made you a mute?" Miguel asked. Claude nodded. "Man, that's gotta suck."
There was an awkward silence between Miguel and Claude that seemed to last for an hour, so Claude drifted back into his thoughts, about what had made him a mute in the first place.
1982, Liberty City
Claude Speed (age 7) walked down the street of his neighborhood in Hepburn Heights. His step dad was beating on his whore of a mom once again. He was out of the house so that he wouldn't get beat up in the cross fire.
As Claude walked down the street a gangster in a blue jacket with a red bandanna ran up next to him with an Uzi in his hand, this was not an uncommon occurrence as this was Diablo turf and lots of people in Liberty had guns.
Claude looked down the street to see a group of fancy looking cars with hydraulic shocks rolling down the street. He knew these cars, they were Yardie Lobos.
Claude froze in fear as more Diablos came up behind him, the cars stopped and a group of Yardies stepped out. Both groups opened fire with Claude standing directly in the kill zone.
Claude gasped as he felt a bullet course through his throat, he let out a gurgling scream, and that was the last time he ever heard his voice.
The doctors had said it was a miracle that that was the only place he'd been hit in the middle of a gun fight. He was told that he would never talk again.
Without the ability of speech Claude did the next best thing to talking, he listened. Over time he didn't even miss his voice and grew accustomed to being silent, he found it got him more girlfriends in high school and less people tried to beat up on him.
And the rest as they say, is history.
Cartel Mansion, Cedar Grove
Catalina walked back down the stairs. "So Miguel, what do you have planned?" Catalina asked.
"We're declaring war on the Mafia. We've got to do recon, which I know you hate. Then we're going to do a strike on them, maybe take out some high ranking ones and get the Leones and Forelli's out of our way." Miguel replied.
Claude shrugged his shoulders as to say 'Why?' "Because we own Shoreside Vale, the Yakuza owns Staunton Island, and the Mafia runs Portland. We want to own all of Liberty City." A voice said.
Out walked a woman who looked slightly like Catalina, she wore tight blue jeans and a blue button up shirt, her hair was much shorter and she did not have a scowl on her face like Catalina did.
The woman walked to Claude, "Hi, I'm Calita. Catalina's sister." She said shaking Claude's hand, "So you're Catalina's new boy toy. How'd you stumble on this one sis?"
"Cesar called me in San Andreas to meet with this PIECE OF SHIT CJ and help him out. We did some jobs and then I fell in love with him. I gave him my heart and he THREW IT IN MY FACE because he wanted to RACE CARS. That was where I met Claude."
"Oh, so you're up to number four now huh?" Calita asked, smiling. 'Four?' Claude thought to himself, he didn't think Catalina had any boyfriends before CJ and him, but he did remember two graves at Catalina's small shack near Whetstone.
"Well we need to do recon, Claude is with me." Calita said. "He is my boyfriend, I go with him!" Catalina said sounding both angry at her sister and jealous.
"You hate recon. Besides it involves sitting still and being quiet not going psycho and mowing down people with a machine gun." Calita replied. "Fine, take him."
"Let's go cowboy." Calita said and followed Claude out to the garage where they got in the black Infernus and pulled out. "Head for the airport." Calita said.
Francis International Airport
Claude parked by the highway and pulled the brake, he and Calita stepped out. They crept down the hill through the bushes and sat down, there they waited.
"Salvatore's flight is coming in today. We need to see what his plans are so we can take him out." Calita said, Claude nodded in agreement.
"So, you actually love Catalina?" Calita asked. Claude nodded, Calita seemed to get a sorry look on her face. "You know she's just using you." She said.
Claude shook his head, "She is you know, she's used plenty of men. Only two of them she was dating. She hates men to no end, I actually think she's a dyke." Calita said. Claude shook his head.
Calita sighed, she opened her mouth to say something but stopped as a black limo pulled up right in front of where they were hiding.
They watched as Joey Leone stepped out of the limo and lit up a cigarette, he took a deep puff and let it out sending a large cloud of smoke.
After a few moments Salvatore could be seen coming out of the terminal with two bodyguards and a strange woman.
Joey tossed the cigarette and it landed in Claude's lap. He picked it up, rubbed it between his hands and dropped it on the ground.
Claude and Calita listened intently to the conversation between Salvatore and Joey, which was difficult because the woman (apparently named Maria) droned on and on about nothing the whole time that they talked.
They finally mentioned going to Luigi's club that night, then they got in the limo and drove off.
Calita began to get up when suddenly Claude grabbed her shoulder and brought her back to the ground. She looked at him puzzled until he pointed back out towards the road as another limo pulled up.
Mike Forelli stepped out of his limo and looked at his ticket. Calita pulled a pair of binoculars from her back pocket she looked at the ticket.
"He's going to Las Venturas. That must mean that he plans to take over Caligula's Palace. So the Leones will be distracted making it easier to take em out. This is great." Calita said.
Calita got up and started to walk up the hill when she lost her footing and fell down, she rolled into Claude knocking him off his feet. The two tumbled back down the hill to the bottom.
Calita was on top of Claude, she gazed into his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him heavily on the lips. After a few moments their lips separated.
"So do I kiss better than the bitch or what?" Calita asked. Claude pulled her into another kiss there on the grass.
Two Hours Later…
In a small hotel room in Portland, Claude lay in the bed Calita had her arms wrapped around him, their clothes strewn across the floor.
"You shouldn't trust Catalina. She'll kill you once you've outlived your usefulness. You should leave now, get out while you still can." Calita said as she stood up.
Claude admired Calita's naked body as she stood up and stretched, she opened the bathroom door and walked in. He heard the shower turn on.
Claude wished that he had met Calita instead of Catalina, but he figured it wasn't a good idea to piss her off by breaking up with her.
Claude picked his pants up off of the floor and put them on. He placed on his white t-shirt then placed on his black leather jacket, he snapped it up and sat down on the bed as he put on his shoes.
Calita walked out drying herself off with a towel, "You're not leaving are you?" Claude shook his head. "I was afraid you'd say that." She said as she pulled her shirt on.
"I suppose this is the last time we do this too?" Calita asked. Claude nodded. "I was afraid you would say that too."
"Well, whatever, I just want you to know that you're more to me than just a good fuck." Calita said and she kissed him one last time.
She pulled her jeans up and buttoned them, "Well let's go before they get suspicious." Claude followed her as she walked outside.
Cartel Mansion, Cedar Grove
Catalina tapped her foot impatiently, "Where the fuck are they?" she growled angrily. "Relax. I'm sure there's a reason for them being late." Miguel said.
There was the sound of an engine revving and the garage door opening and closing. Calita and Claude walked in.
"Where the fuck were you?" Catalina asked. "Jesus sis, chill the fuck out. We were watching the mafia and we have good news." Calita replied.
"This had better be some damn good news or I'll cut your fucking tetas off perra." Catalina said. "The Forelli's are trying to take over Caligula's in Las Venturas which is going to distract the Leones for a while. So while they're busy with the other mafia family we take em out while they're weak." Calita replied.
"I like this plan. Did you find out anything else?" Miguel asked. "Salvatore Leone, Joey Leone, Toni Cipriani, and Luigi Goterelli are all four going to be at Sex Club Seven in the Red Light District tonight." Calita replied.
"We have a plan then. We make our move tonight." Miguel said decisively. "Okay, we'll go get suited up for some action then." Calita said as she walked upstairs.
Chinatown, Portland
A black Mafia sentinel pulled up to the square in China Town. Toni Cipriani stepped out, he held his forty-five in one hand and a bat in the other.
Chunkie Lee Chong, the current leader of the Triads in Liberty City stood mixing up some stir fry for his customers when an Italian man with a baseball bat made his way through the crowd and seized him by the collar.
"Listen you little slant eyed lardass freak. I could kill you right here and now, but I'm not gonna. I'll tolerate the Triad in this city on one condition. Twelve hundred dollars, every week until I say no more. You pay me this and I'll stay outta your business as long as you stay outta mine." Toni said.
Toni felt a cold steel barrel against the back of his head, he turned to face half a dozen Triads. "We decline your offer Mister Cipriani." Chong said smiling evilly.
Toni brought the bat up quickly hitting the first triad in the face and knocking the gun away from his head, he spun around and shot a second triad in the face with his .45.
Toni kicked a third triad in the head as he shot the one he had hit with the bat, killing him. A triad came from behind him and put him in a half nelson, another punched him in the stomach.
Toni leaned forward and threw the triad over his shoulders, knocking the other off his feet. He pulled his gun and shot both of them.
He felt two strikes to the back as the remaining two triads pounded him with their baseball bats. Toni dropped his gun on the ground as they continued to hammer his back.
"Who's superior now?" Chong said as he watched the Triads kick him. Toni swept his leg around knocking one of the triads off of his feet, he pulled the gun from the triad's belt and shot him in the face.
The other triad pulled his own gun from his belt but Toni tackled him. He reached in his pocket and felt a pair of brass knuckles, he placed them over his fingers and began to punch the Triad in the face.
The triad's face was bloody and bruised, he pleaded for mercy. Toni put his knuckles back in his pocket, the triad breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly with one swift movement of Toni's hand, the triad was dead. An ice pick stuck out of his eye as he lay bleeding on the ground. Toni stood up and looked back towards the noodle stand.
"Now, as I was…" but Toni's speaking fell on deaf ears, he looked towards the road as a red Perennial sped by. "Damn it!" he said as he ran to his car, only to find all four tires flat.
"God damn it." He said as he climbed inside his car, he knew that he had better leave before more triads came.
Besides he had to be at Luigi's at six to meet Salvatore and it was a quarter till, if he took his car to the mechanic now he could get to Luigi's just in time to be late.
Luigi's Sex Club Seven, Red Light District
Joey, Salvatore, and Maria walked into Luigi's and sat down. "What is this place?" Maria asked. "Luigi's club, best drinking, dancing, and music around. Plus all the drugs and ladies a man could want." Salvatore said.
"Sounds like a real great place." Maria said sarcastically as she crossed her arms and sunk down in her chair. Joey looked across the table at her, he knew that when she had come home with Salvatore that she had expected money, cars, and attention. To be treated like a queen.
The sad truth was that the wife or girlfriend of a mafia don was always a lonely one. Joey hated to see someone so beautiful throw her life away, but it wasn't any of his business.
A woman came and sat on Joey's lap, she was wearing a tube top and a small white leather jacket and fishnets on her legs. "Hey Joey, I ain't seen ya much lately." She said.
"I been busy Misty. I been playin Don for awhile. Now I got tons of free time." Joey said. "Good, I've been so lonely without you." Misty said, crossing her legs and getting a pouty look on her face.
"Salvatore!" a voice came from behind them. "It seems like it's been forever, how have you been?" Luigi asked. "I been good. Aside from a little mishap in Las Venturas, I been good." Salvatore replied.
Luigi pulled up a seat to the table, "So where is the illustrious Mister Cipriani this evening?" he asked. "We don't know. He was supposed to be here five minutes ago." Salvatore said.
"Probably out fuckin with the Triads again." Joey said. "Can ya blame the guy, they killed his dad right in front of him." Luigi said. "Yeah, but this isn't even the same Triad. Ran Fa Li is in no way associated with Lee Chong." Joey replied.
Toni walked in the door and scanned the room for his fellow gangsters, he spotted them at a table in the corner. He made his way to the back and took a seat.
"Hey Toni, you look like shit." Misty said. "Nice to see you too bitch." Toni said grabbing the bottle of wine off of the table and pouring himself a glass.
"As blunt as she was, she had a point. You do look you've been run through a wood chipper." Luigi said. "Oh, shit… I wish I felt that good." Toni said as he leaned back and rubbed his throbbing head.
"Triads again?" Joey asked. "As if it could be anyone else." Toni replied. "What happened?" Misty asked. "I don't wanna talk about it. Who's the broad?" Toni asked, gesturing to Maria.
"This is my new acquaintance Maria." Salvatore said wrapping his arm around Maria's shoulder, she seemed less than content. "Whatever, I…" Toni was interrupted by the sounds of gunfire.
Catalina walked into Luigi's followed shortly by Claude and Calita. "Anyone of you fucking pricks move, I swear to god I'll execute every mother fucking last one of you!" She said holding up an Uzi.
Toni, Joey, Salvatore, and Luigi stood up and brought out guns of their own. All the hookers pulled out guns.
The room erupted in gunfire as the Columbians and Italians shot at each other in the bar. Calita grabbed Claude by the shirt and drug him outside.
Claude looked at Calita puzzled. "This is your last chance. I'm leaving for Vice City tonight. Are you coming with me or not?" she asked.
Claude shook his head, "I was afraid you'd see that." Calita said, she kissed him goodbye. "If you're ever in the neighborhood, come look me up." She said.
Claude opened the door as Columbians flooded outside knocking him over. Catalina was the last to leave, she was still firing into the door.
"Idiota! This is not time to just lay around, get up!" she said. Claude stood up and jumped in his car, Catalina jumped in the passenger seat and they took off.
The Mafia tailed them for a few blocks but Claude easily lost them. "Holy fuck that was close. Where is my sister?" Catalina asked.
Claude shrugged, "That coward! She ran away!" Catalina yelled. Claude shifted gears as he drove across the Staunton Bridge. He knew he would miss Calita.
Asuka's Condo, Newport
Asuka sat silently staring at the floor. She had not moved for an entire week since the shooting at the cathedral. A young girl in a Japanese schoolgirl outfit walked in, "Auntie Asuka!" she said as she hugged her.
"Yuka?" Asuka asked. "What are you doing here?" "I brought her." A voice said as a tall Japanese man in a blue suit walked in the door.
"Kenji-san?" Asuka asked. "Hai. I have come dear sister because of our father's demise. I heard of what transpired, I would like to offer you a high ranking position in the Yakuza." Kenji said.
"Of course Kenji-san. Anything so that we might avenge our father." Asuka replied. "I might be able to help you with that." A rough voice said.
Asuka and Kenji turned to see Ray Machowski standing in the door. "Who are you?" Kenji asked.
Ray smiled, "Name's Ray Machowski, Detective of the Liberty City Police. Your father and I had a little arrangement. He told me information that I needed to know, and in return I gave him information that he needed."
"How does that sound?" Ray asked. "It sounds like we have a deal Mr. Machowski." Kenji replied. "Good doing business with you." Ray replied as he walked out.
"Can we trust him?" Asuka asked. "We have to, he knows of who we are. He could expose us." Kenji replied. "Besides, he seems trustworthy enough. Come my sister, your niece has not seen you in ages."
Asuka and Kenji walked into another room of Asuka's Condo. Asuka was no longer the woman she had once been. She was darkness, she was power, she was Yakuza.
Luigi's Bar, Red Light District
Everyone gathered their wits. The Cartel had realized that they were outgunned in Mafia turf and ran with their tails between their legs.
"That was the fucking Cartel!" Toni said. "We know Toni. What're we gonna do?" Luigi asked.
Salvatore helped Maria up, "Joey, take Maria home. We got planning to do." He said. "Yes sir." Joey said, slightly mad because he had been demoted to chauffer.
Joey walked Maria out to a Mafia Sentinel and opened the door. Maria stepped in, he went to the driver's side and stepped inside.
Joey drove Maria through Saint Mark's towards his father's house. "Why do you take crap like that from him? I mean you're his son, not his lap dog." Maria said.
"He's my father. I've gotta respect his wishes. Besides, someday I'll have this business all to myself." Joey replied as he pulled into the garage below Salvatore's Gentleman's Club.
Joey and Maria walked up the stairs together. "I just don't know what I've gotten myself into with Salvatore." She said.
They both took a seat on the leather couch in the parlor, Joey fixed himself a drink. "I mean, back in Las Venturas I worked hard for a paycheck but I got the respect I deserved. Here in Liberty I got all the money I could want, but Salvatore hardly ever pays attention to me." Maria said.
"Amen to that sister. Want a drink?" Joey said. "Yes please." Maria replied, "I mean he's all business. He treats me like shit. He wasn't anything like this back in San Andreas."
Joey handed Maria a glass with wine in it, "Well you see. Dad's always kinda been like that ever since Toni's pops Frank was killed by the Triad. He made a bad call and it ended up costing him Frank's life." He said.
"You know you're a lot more compassionate than your father." Maria said. "Thanks." Joey said as he rattled his glass.
Maria scooted closer to Joey on the sofa. She put her arm on his chest, "What are you doing?" he asked. She leaned forward and locked lips with him.
The two shared in a passionate kiss until Joey pushed Maria away. "No… we can't do this. He'll kill the both of us." He said. "He'll never have to know." She replied.
"Sorry… I just can't." Joey said, he walked outside and got in his own car. He drove down the driveway as he left for his garage in Trenton.
Maria was sad but she knew that Joey was right. Salvatore would probably kill both her and Joey if he found out that there was something between them.
Phil's Army Surplus Store, Aspatria
Phil Cassidy sat up on his cot. He heard a noise outside, it was a car pulling up. He grabbed his M-16 from his dresser and took the Desert Eagle under his pillow and tucked it down the front of his pants.
Ever since he'd come to Liberty in 1988, Phil had started up his own army surplus store. Selling cheap merchandise like dog tags, c-rations, and uniforms over the counter and heavy artillery under the counter.
It was a good front for Phil. He got to do what he loved most. The best part was his buddy Ray who he'd met in Grenada. A war in which he was not recruited for, he just sort of showed up.
Phil walked to the intercom, "Who is it?" he asked as he pressed the button. "It's Ray you one armed bastard!" Ray replied.
Phil hit the button to open the gate and Ray pulled in. "Ray! What brings you by here at this hour of the night?" Phil asked.
"I just wanted the usual information. Anyone suspicious buy a whole lotta guns recently?" Ray asked. "Well. Bunch of Columbian fellas came by and got a whole lotta M-16s. But otherwise it's been slow." Phil replied.
"Alright Phil. Thanks, see you later." Ray said as he got in his car. "You'd better be at the poker game Monday night." Phil hollered as Ray pulled out.
Love Media
Donald Love stood in his office pacing back and forth. The Cartel had captured his business associate Mr. Lee.
Mr. Lee was the first man who helped him rise up as a business mogul when he got to Liberty City. He helped him build his business and Love didn't want to lose such a close friend.
Love cut the tip off of a cigar. "So where are you from?" he asked. "Alabama." The man before him replied.
"So you think you can do this job for me? We're talking taking out a whole lot of Cartel here, can you handle it?" Love asked as he poured a glass of scotch.
"I can handle any problem that you might have. I'm a professional at killing fast and quietly, they'll never know I was there." The man replied.
"Alright then, you're hired Mr. uh… what was your name again?" Love asked. "Cash… My name is James Earl Cash." The man replied.
Momma's Restaurant, Saint Marks
Toni walked in and took off his jacket. He sat down in front of the TV and turned it on. "Liberty City Survivor, where…" he clicked it off before the announcer could finish his message.
"God would I kill to have 'The Sopranos' back over this shit." He said as he reclined.
An aging woman with a cane walked into the room, "So how'd the deal with Chong go?" she asked.
"It was an ambush, I took out the triads that attacked me but the fat fuck got away." Toni replied.
Toni's mother scoffed, "Your father would have been smart enough to take reinforcements. But you… oh what am I going to do with you?" she said as she walked back to where she'd come.
Toni leaned back and sighed, "Never satisfied. Never fucking satisfied." He mumbled as he turned the TV back on.
Cartel Mansion, Cedar Grove
Claude pulled into the garage of the mansion. As he and Catalina stepped out they were met by Miguel.
"So, how did it go?" Miguel asked. "Horrible! You stupid puta! We moved too soon, those Mafia pigs were everywhere!" Catalina replied.
"Hey, you're alive aren't you?" Miguel asked. "Yes, which is unfortunate for you, you stinking sack of shit!" Catalina yelled.
"Hey! This business has always had risked. I would rather be here running from the Mafia than down in Columbia hoping that El Mariachi doesn't come and kill me!" Miguel said.
"El Mariachi is a myth you fucking idiota!" Catalina yelled, "This isn't about him anyway. You should have waited a week or so rather than sending us after the Don assuming that he didn't have every fucking grease ball in town with him!"
Unbeknownst to anyone at that very moment Cash made his way into the mansion by scaling the back wall and sneaking through an air vent.
He crept slowly, to his left he saw a small kitchenette area. There was a Columbian in front of the refrigerator.
Cash grabbed a rolling pin off of the counter. He walked up behind the Cartel and pulled the rolling pin in front of his neck and pulled up.
The Columbian struggled and choked as Cash applied more pressure. The cartel fell to his knees as he lost circulation to his body. Cash laid a heavy kick in his back and his head snapped backwards as his neck broke.
Cash stuffed the body in the pantry and slowly crept further into the large mansion.
Luigi's Sex Club Seven, Red Light District
The cops stood around investigating the scene of the crime that had occurred earlier that night.
"Damn man. This is worse than what I saw back when that crazy fucker cut that cop's ear off and set him on fire while he was still alive." One of the cops said.
"What about when that big fucker killed that priest in Basin City. This isn't worse than that." Another cop said.
"How about when that guy stabbed that person in the back of the head with an ice pick. That was pretty gruesome." A third cop added.
"Nothing will beat what I saw when I was a deputy back in Texas. Some sick fucks wiped out an entire wedding precession. Killed the preacher, his wife, the bridesmaids, the grooms, even the nigger who played the piano. The strange thing was that the bride was still alive, even though she'd been shot in the head." a fourth cop replied.
"Will you little girls stop telling campfire stories and do your jobs!" Ray yelled as he walked up to the group of men.
"Sorry Detective Machowski." A cop said. "Now, what have we got?" Ray asked.
"Sir, the attackers appear to have been members of the Columbian Cartel." The cop replied. "Well no shit. Did you recover any of the weapons?" he asked.
"Yes sir. We found an M-16 on one of the bodies." The cop said. "Let me see it." Ray replied. The cop handed him an M-16 wrapped in plastic.
Ray examined the weapon, he turned it over and spied what he was looking for. There carved on the butt of the gun was a picture of an eagle tearing through a confederate flag.
It was Phil's symbol that he put on all of his merchandise. That was all of the proof that Ray needed.
"Call the commissioner. I know who did this." Ray said as he walked to his car. The cop started calling on his radio to the dispatcher.
Cartel Mansion, Cedar Grove
Cash continued to sneak through the mansion. His arsenal had increased, he had traded the rolling pin off for a garden shovel. He also had a plastic trash bag and a pair of bolt cutters.
Cash's mission was simple. He needed to infiltrate the Cartel mansion, kill any Columbians he could and rescue a small Asian man, one of Donald Love's business associates, and escape the house without incident.
He was to be quiet and go unnoticed until he was gone. Cash had taken the job for the sole reason of making lots of money.
Cash wasn't a killer of just anybody. He killed those he was hired to kill and those who tried to kill him, if on a job he might kill a few gang members for sheer enjoyment.
Cash had a special talent. He could use almost anything as a weapon if needed, plus he was quiet. He had infiltrated some of the most secure locations and taken out his targets. He was a different kind of hit man.
After all, his hick family had disowned him because he had moved away from his little shit hole hometown in Alabama. So what else was he going to do.
Cash looked around a corner. A door was open and he could see the Asian man tied up to a chair. There were three Cartel in the room.
Cash threw a can across the hall. "What was that?" "Go check it out." Came from the room.
Cash smiled, for as long as he'd been doing this the gangs hadn't gotten any smarter. They would always send one guy out into the dark to investigate.
As the Cartel got out of sight of the others Cash lunged and pulled the trash bag down over the Cartel's face.
He struggled for a few moments but after a while he stopped moving. Cash shoved him into a closet and purposely slammed the door loudly.
He crept back into the shadows as another Cartel rounded the corner and opened the door.
Before the Cartel could react to the sight of the corpse in the closet, Cash took the garden shovel and jabbed it into the back of the Columbian's head.
His corpse fell down and Cash shut the closet door, then he peered around the corner. The remaining Cartel was facing away from the door looking at a playboy.
Cash crept quietly up, "So what was the noise?" the Cartel asked thinking he was one of the Columbians.
Cash punched the man in the face and knocked him to the floor. He then took the bolt cutters and cut his jugular vein. As the Cartel opened his mouth to scream he took the bolt cutters and shoved them into the Columbian's left eye socket.
Cash helped the Asian man up from the chair by using the blood soaked bolt cutters to cut the thick rope and the two of them ran back towards the air duct.
At this moment SWAT members busted through windows and sky lights all throughout the mansion.
Cash punched one in the stomach and stole his M-16. He took the weapon and sprayed the hallway as four more SWAT members rounded the corner.
He heard shooting throughout the building. He rushed for the vent, he knew if he could reach it he'd be home free.
Cash spied the kitchenette that he'd come by on his way in, he spied the vent. He ran for it, he opened it up and began to climb in when he felt a heavy blow to his back and he was pulled out by his legs.
Cash looked up at a man with slicked back brown hair in a black suit. "Toreno?" he asked.
"That's right Cash. Listen, you're going to death row but your work for me isn't done. I got a crazy former director that I need you to take care of for me, anyway don't worry about it. You'll understand all of this later." Toreno said as he climbed out the vent leaving Cash and the Asian man for the SWAT team to find.
A few moments earlier when the SWAT team broke in Catalina pulled out her two Uzis and began firing rounds into the highly trained police officers.
Claude grabbed Her and Miguel and drug them to the garage. Miguel was the first in the car as Claude came around to the driver's seat. Catalina took a seat in the passenger seat still firing on any cop that came through the door.
Claude started the car and stuck it into reverse. He backed through the garage door and burned rubber out onto the street.
Three police cars and a helicopter were giving chase to the black Infernus. Catalina fired a shot into a police car's tire which cause it to swerve taking out the second.
Claude swerved down the turns towards Wichita Gardens. Catalina fired blindly into the air and managed to hit the chopper pilot between the eyes, the helicopter crashed into the water.
Catalina prepared to wipe out the third police car when reinforcements came in the form of the FBI.
Claude rounded the corner by the apartments and signaled Catalina and Miguel to put on their seatbelts.
Claude floored it all the way towards the dam, there was a sharp curve on the road to the Cochrane Dam, on that curve was a small incline.
Claude did not even attempt to turn the corner, he just picked up as much speed as he could and headed straight for the curve.
"What are you doing you crazy fuck?" Catalina yelled. The Infernus hit the incline going as fast as he could.
The car flew through the air, over the area below the dam, and landed on all four tires on the opposite bank.
Some of the FBI cars attempted this stunt, but they all came too short. Claude drove as quickly as he could to the Pay N' Spray.
Later Claude drove his green Infernus out of the Pay N' Spray as several police cars drove by.
"You are one loco motherfucker. But now I know why your last name is speed man." Miguel joked.
"This is not time for joking Miguel! We are ruined. If we ever find who informed the cops about us we'll kill him! But now we must focus on rebuilding our empire, we need to do a bank job." Catalina said.
"When?" Miguel asked. "Two weeks from tonight. I will only need three men." Catalina said. "Claude can go with you, I will call in Madrid and Azul." Miguel said.
Two Weeks Later…
The sounds of police cars could be heard in the distance as the bank alarm went off. Catalina rushed out the door followed by Azul and then Madrid.
As Claude rounded the corner he came to face Catalina with two pistols. "Sorry lover. But you're small time." She said as she pulled the triggers.
Claude felt one bullet go through his chest, another through his throat. He fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood. He heard Catalina speed off as his vision went dark.
Claude was in the hospital for four years. He spent the next five in a small prison until he tried to escape. He was sent on to a maximum security prison on Staunton Isle in an armored police van.
Claude looked around the inside of the van, there was an Asian man in the corner who he had seen somewhere before. Next to him was a large bald black man.
Claude looked at the man, "Yo what up G? Name's 8-Ball. Hey you that mute who tried to break out?" he asked.
Claude nodded. "Oh, you was ice cold G. Yeah I used to work for this fella by the name of Marcelus Wallace. Craziest fucker in the world, so one day I just left." 8-Ball said.
8-Ball lifted his bandaged hands, "I got caught by the police. Then while I'm in the pen this crazy fucker who says he works for Wallace comes up and breaks my hands. Craziest shit I ever seen." He said.
Suddenly the doors were opened and two Columbians grabbed the Asian man out. Claude tripped the police officer in the van and he and 8-Ball made an escape as the bridge exploded.
And the rest as they say is history. 8-Ball and Claude Speed's records were wiped from the files that the police had. They were ghosts.
2001, Liberty City Hospital, Staunton Island
A woman was rushed into the emergency room on a gurney. Two doctors ran beside her. "What's the stats?" the male doctor asked.
"Female. Latin. Age estimated between twenty-two and twenty-five. She was found in the wreckage of a chopper near the Cochrane Dam. We suspect that she was involved with the massacre that went on there." The female doctor replied.
"Jesus. What's her name?" the male doctor asked. "Unknown. She's a Jane Doe. We have no files on her." The female doctor replied. "What's your prognosis?" the male doctor asked.
"She'll live. She was lucky that the injuries she sustained were not serious. However she will be in a coma for a few years." The female doctor replied.
"Well let's hope that she has no family or loved ones looking for her." The male doctor said as she was rolled into the operating room.
Well that's that chapter, but now we go on to the crime infested city of Los Santos as Carl Johnson deals with his old pal B Dub, a Triad war in San Fiero, and a big problem in Las Venturas.