(A/N: As I take up the pen again, you'll notice I don't write that much in this blurb. That's okay; I don't have much to say. However, it should be noted that the first part is from GTA: Vice City although it is modified a bit.)

Officer Thomas "WWW" Warclat
Briefing: There have been numerous cases of crack dealings, and all have been traced to this ice cream factory. The police control the perimeter. However, the drug dealings have continued. Officer WWW has been sent inside the factory to find out how they do it.
"Okay, Dubyas, the radio will be cut off once you're inside the building. Remember, this is a stealth job. I repeat, do not blow up doors for fun. If they detect you, make sure they don't get to the others."
"Roger that. I'm entering the building now."
WWW pops out of an air duct on the inside of the building. He grabs the guard and knocks him out. He presses up to the door of the room being guarded, where the chief criminals in this operation are talking.
"If you hate children so much why do you sell ice cream?"
"There are other white non-dairy products that we sell."
"Oh, now I get it."
The man gets into an ice cream truck through the other door in the room. The woman leaves the room, and WWW hops into the refrigerated section of the truck.
"This isn't ice cream! This is crack!"
"Screw the cops!"
The guy drives through, mowing a cop down.
"Goodbye."
WWW jumps out of ice cream truck, leaving a grenade with no pin on the floor of it.

A police cruiser speeds into the ice cream factory lot, skidding to a halt. Pyst gets out holding a rocket propelled grenade launcher. He looks at the flaming wreckage of the ice cream truck and then at WWW.
"Damn it! I knew I should've took that short cut through the old folks home!" he curses.

Sarge rushes down to Twisted's car. Twisted is trying to flush out a gang of drug dealers that have locked themselves down in the crackhouse. The situation is a stalemate - the druggies are surrounded but Twisted and the others can't find a way into the house.
"Twisted!" says Sarge.
"What?" Twisted replies.
"I need a fiver!"
"Sarge! I'm in the middle of a situation here! Hold on!"
"Fuck it!"

Sarge walks over to the car dealership next door.
He says, "Hi! How much for that Ferrari outside?"
The car dealer replies, "Ah, excellent choice sir. Could I interest you in a little test drive?"
"Sure!"
They enter the car.
The car dealer says, "This baby handles like a dream - try it!"
Sarge starts the engine, instantly flooring the pedal and soaring off.
"WHAAAAAAA!" the dealer screams.
The car smashes through the side of the crack house and Sarge hops out onto the trunk, brandishing his DD44 Dostoveis.
"Freeze ass wipes!" he yells to the drug dealers. Twisted walks up, shaking his head in disapproval.
"Now gimme the fiver!" demands Sarge.

Officers Sarge, Twisted, ILZ, WWW, and Pyst stand outside a SWAT truck in front of warehouse. The camera crew watches them as they put on their SWAT gear.
Pyst turns to the camera and says, "Yeah, these hostage situations are always dangerous. It's not just your life on the line, its some wussy civvy whose in the wrong place at the worst possible time! Normally we'd set fire to the building and shoot the terrorists as they flee. But we serve and protect the public first, and if that means we have to do things the right way, well, that's just part of the job."
Pyst jumps into the van, Sarge walks over and looks into the camera.
"Who the hell is he talking to?" Sarge asks.

The officers cover the back entrance as Sarge relays the plan, "OK, Twisted, you go in left. WWW, you go right. ILZ, you run like run down the middle and find a good sniper spot. Pyst- Hey, where the hell did he go?"
"Right here Sarge!" Pyst replies. He joins the crew, holding a light flamethrower in his hands.
"Put that thing away! I don't want you to accidentally light up any hostages!"
"I won't torch the hostages! Not much, at least."
But before Sarge could order Pyst to leave the flamethrower, gunfire tears through the weak plaster in the walls. Crumbling white dust explodes over the waiting SWAT unit. Suddenly we hear a scream and the camera's view goes lopsided before falling to the floor.
The cameraman screams, "Gaaaah! I'm hit! I'm hit! Holy shit! That's my blood! I'm hit! Help! Help I'm hit!" The others remain silent, until Sarge speaks up.
"It's just a scratch," he says.
"Yeah but it hurts!" the cameraman complains.

Sarge draws back a fist and punches the man's lights out. He motions for everyone to get back to work - lives are on the line.

"Fuck, that must have hurt, didn't it?" Twisted asked the cameraman
"Hell yeah, that hurt!" he replies.
"Then I guess you shouldn't get hit like that again," Twisted says. He walks away snickering, then enters the left side of the building to find himself staring down the pistols of about five tediz.

"This is gonna hurt in the morning" he gulps. The tediz shoot him.

Twisted wakes up in a white cell room chained to the back wall with some food just out of reach.
"Shit! The fuckers got me. Well I guess I'll just have to sit and wait here, all alone," he says. The lights turn off.
"In the dark. Oh well, I guess it can't get worse than this."
As if saying that triggered it, Twisted hears Michael Jackson singing.
"Nooooooo!"

As Michael Jackson began to sing, there was a distasteful sigh. Michael turned to find himself staring down the barrel of a Colt .45. The gun went off, blowing the pop king's brains all over the cell. Twisted stood up, searching the shadows for his savior. He found Dark staring at him. The piercing crimson eye seemed to be able to pierce his exterior and protrude into his mind. He broke off the gaze and turned to the door. "How are we supposed to get out of this cell?" He asked.

Dark smiled, "The same way I got in." He responded, pointing to a tunnel covered by a bed sheet. He took off the sheet and lead Twisted out of the cell. They found themselves standing beside Dark's black GTO. Tediz surrounded the car. They aimed their uzis at it and the two officers. The panther rolled his eyes. He gave Twisted the 'You better get down' look.

Dark went for his gun and the Tediz opened fire. Somehow, the panther managed to dodge every bullet. He looked at the Tediz who's mouths were wide open. He brushed a bit of dust off of his shoulder, and unsheathed his sword. In a flash, it became covered in blood. The Tediz stood there for a few seconds and then.. they all fell, blood spurting from gashes all over their body. Dark grinned and looked back to Twisted, "Get in."