Tony Montana
Scarface Part 2
By Dark Sploosh
Chapter 6: War Declaration
Tony was asleep on his couch when his cell phone rang. He fumbled for the phone for a second before answering it.
"Yeah, who is this?" he asked sleepily.
"Tony, it's Mack."
"Oh, hey Mack."
"Tony, listen to me. Sosa knows you are alive, and I understand that he has recently sent numerous teams of hitmen after you, correct?"
"Yeah, so?"
"I have a confession. I have ties to Sosa. I buy coke from him every now and then."
"You do? Wait, that's great!" Tony said, now fully alert and forming a plan in his head. "If you on good terms with Sosa, then you can help me get him!"
"Tony, that's just it. I like my business partnership with Sosa. I understand your quest for revenge, and if Sosa were to suddenly perish, I wouldn't be too angry. But I can't just help you kill the main supplier of my number one product!"
"So? When Sosa's dead, his coke is mine. You get all your drugs from me!"
"But if you fail, Tony, then Sosa will either kill me, or not do business with me again. Neither option is favorable, so I'm afraid I can't help you. I've called to recommend a friend of mine to you who can. His name is Peter King. He owns a chop shop in the Everglades around Alligator Alley. The Guillotine, I believe it's called."
"Why do I want this guy?"
"As I said, King runs a chop shop, but he also dabbles in coke production and trafficking, and has his own private army of about fifty members. He's one of Sosa's rivals in the coke industry, or at least he thinks he is. I'm sure he'd be more than willing to help you bring Sosa down."
"Thanks Mack. I go check it out. Later."
"Goodbye Tony."
Tony hung up the phone and yawned. He then went behind the counter and fished around in the trapdoor for his gold handgun and a MAC-10 sub-machine gun. If King did have a private army, Tony wasn't gonna' get caught with his pants down just in case they didn't give him a warm welcome.
Two hours later, Tony found himself near Alligator Alley in his Stingray. He had discovered that The Guillotine masqueraded as a used auto dealership, and was set on a small peninsula that stretched out into an alligator infested lake. As Tony drove down the peninsula, he could see a few gators floating in the swampy waters, and even one sunning itself on a rock.
As Tony approached the yellow building that was The Guillotine, he could already hear the sound of metalworking going on inside. Parking his Stingray, he walked up and knocked on a side door. The door swung open to reveal a man wearing a protective mask and pointing a welder at Tony.
"What the fuck do you want?" the man demanded.
"Calm down pendejo, I wanna see Peter King. Mack Vernhoff sent me."
"Vernhoff? Who are you?"
"Why the fuck it matter?"
"Of course, it doesn't. Vernhoff doesn't send us losers. If in fact he did send you. We'll find out. If he didn't...well, the gators have looked real hungry lately."
"So buy 'em a cake, just let me in."
The man laughed a pulled away his mask to reveal that he was in his mid-thirties, with blonde hair a numerous small burns on his face.
"I like a man with a sense of humor. I'm King, and you are?"
"Tony Montana."
"Montana? The drug kingpin? Oh shit, come in, come in!"
He stepped aside and allowed Tony in. The inside of the shop looked like a typical garage, except for the sparks flying everywhere and the buzz saws tearing through any piece of metal in sight. King lead Tony up a set of stairs into an enclosed office overlooking the shop. Once inside, Tony sat down and King poured himself a glass of bourbon.
"So Tony, what are you here for? I must say I'm quite a fan of your work, it's a shame we never got to deal during your prime."
"Mack says that you have a problem with Alejandro Sosa. I do too."
"Sosa? I FUCKING HATE SOSA!" He shouted so loud that Tony had to wince.
"Calm down, man."
"Sorry, it's just that he's a...a fucking prick! He thinks he's better than me just because he has a mansion, and a bigger army, and fast cars, and hot chicks, and..."
"No offense, chico, but I doubt Sosa's even heard of you."
"Well, I'll make sure he hears about me. And I'll do it with your help, Tony! Now you say you want Sosa dead?"
"As dead as I can kill him."
"Good, then we can form an easy alliance. I must admit Tony, I'm sick of all this leadership shit. I'm much better as a follower. So if I help you fuck over Sosa, then when you get back to the top, I want to work for you. All my men and guns are at your disposal, Tony. Just say the word."
"Good, because I been thinking about doing something recently. Sosa's attacked me a few more times since he found out I still alive. Well now I say it's time I fuckin' hit him back! We'll set up a deal with some Colombians, then ambush them and smoke every last fucking one of 'em. When Sosa gets wind of it, we'll be at war, and that's just how I want it!"
"Great Tony, great! Well, I'll set up the deal then. I have spies keeping an eye on Sosa, so I've learned how to contact his dealers. I'll have it all arranged by tomorrow. Come back then and we'll show that prick that he's not number one!"
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The next day, King phoned Tony and told him all the details. The deal was going down at The Guillotine at 3:00 PM. All Tony had to do was be there to help shoot the fuckers. He got the gold handgun and MAC together again and drove back to the chop shop. When he arrived, he found King already waiting outside, along with two other men, one of which a briefcase full of cash, and the other had an AK-47.
"Is this it?" Tony said as he stared at the two men. "King, we don't know how many Colombians will be coming here!"
"Calm down Tony, we'll be fine. You'll see. Now, I suggest you hide yourself, because if the dealers see you, they'll know something is up and then the whole thing's blown."
Tony looked around, finally deciding to hide behind a large green dumpster to the right of the shop. Five minutes later, the Colombian car drove up, and three men got out. They walked over to King and his boys and set down a suitcase of yeyo. Tony couldn't hear what they were saying, until King shouted, "IT'S FUCKIN' WAR, ASSHOLES!"
At that moment, three other guys wielding AKs came out from hiding and opened fire, blowing away all three of the Colombians. The driver of the car instantly backed up, but he went too fast and drove right into the swamp. The car quickly started to sink, and the driver inside panicked and jumped out. He tried to swim back to shore, but before he could, Tony saw three dark shapes shoot towards him and he was dragged under. Moments later, torn clothes and blood floated to the surface.
"HA HA HA!" King laughed victoriously. Tony came out from hiding, realizing that his services hadn't been needed after all, although it was quite a show to watch. But as King reached of the case of coke that the dealer had dropped, a gunshot rang out over the swamp. One of King's men spun to the ground as blood spurted out of his head. King ducked for cover as he men returned fire with their AKs.
"Tony!" King shouted from behind the red dumpster he was hiding behind, "they had a sniper watching over the deal! I have a sniper rifle up in my office! Get it and smoke this fucker!"
Tony made sure that the men were keeping the sniper pinned down, and then dashed into the chop shop. He ran upstairs and into King's office. Inside, he rummaged around and found the rifle inside a locker. He readied it and then ran back outside. He fell prone to make himself as hard a target to hit as possible, and then peered through the scope. It took a few seconds to find the sniper. He was on the opposite side of the swamp, hiding behind a palm tree. Tony waited for the right moment, and then squeezed the trigger.
He saw the bullet slam into the man's arm, and he fell down. His rifle went flying from his hands and landed in the swamp, quickly disappearing under the murky water. Tony saw the man squirming on the ground, still alive. He got to his feet and cupped his hands to his mouth.
"HEY JERKOFF!" he shouted as loud as possible, "TELL SOSA THAT IT'S WAR! TELL HIM THAT HE'S DEAD! NO ONE FUCKS WITH ANTONIO MONTANA AND LIVES! "
Looking back through the scope, Tony saw the man get up and run off in pain.
"Tony, that was great man, fucking great!" King said as he admired the case full of coke. He then noticed the dirt all over Tony's clothes from being on the ground.
"Hey Tony, there's this clothing store a mile north of here call's Jackie's. The manager owes me a favor, just go down there and tell him I sent ya'. Get yourself a nice suit or something."
Looking down at his dirty clothes, Tony chuckled.
"Okay, I'll do that. See ya King."
"Come back soon Tony. We need to attack Sosa again, and quickly."
"Right. Later."
Tony got in the Stingray and drove off, trying to think of what new suit he would buy.