Chapter 2

What The Hell Is Going On?

"Did you see what happened?" CJ asked Jay.

"Nope. There was just this big explosion, and Caligula's fell to the ground. People ran away screaming and cars stopped dead in their tracks. People must have been killed."

CJ turned to the girl who was sitting next to Jay.

"Hey, did you see anything?" he asked.

"Huh? Oh, no. I was with Jay the whole time." She extended her hand to CJ. "I'm Kelly. Kelly Sanchez."

CJ shook her hand. "Carl. Nice to meet you."

CJ's phone rang. "'Scuse me. I gotta take this."

"Hello?"

"CJ, it's Tommy. You gotta get your ass over here. The Los Santos Stadium was hit by an RPG!"

"Aw, no. You're shittin' me, right?"

"I wish I was, dude. The fire department and the paramedics are on their way as we speak."

"Where are you guys?"

"Don't worry, we're in Ganton right now. Fat Joe got us away from the stadium as fast as he could."

"Alright then," sighed CJ. "I'll be there soon."

He turned to Jay and Kelly.

"I just heard there was a bombing over in Los Santos, too. What the fuck is going on?"

"No way." said Jay in disbelief. "No way!"

"You guys are both welcome to come with me back to Los Santos. I'm gonna go check it out."

"I'm coming." answered Jay. "Kelly, you coming?"

"No thanks. I have a few calls to make. I gave you my number, right Jay?"

"Um, yeah, I think so."

"Good. Call me sometime and maybe we can go out, ok?"

"Come on," said CJ to Jay. "Follow me. I have a car parked not too far from here."

CJ and Jay left the restaurant and walked down the street. After they had gone, Kelly pulled a cell phone from her purse and dialed a number.

"Hello? It's Kelly. The plan went off without a hitch, and Caligula's is no more than a black spot on the ground. I'll be at our hideout in about an hour.

Fat Joe, Tommy, and Spike all sat in CJ's house watching the news.

"Good afternoon. This is Tim Morrison for Channel 7 News. About 30 minutes ago, the Los Santos Stadium was struck by a rocket-propelled grenade. Fatalities have already been confirmed, including Jackson Tracks of Idlewood and Carlos Martinez of East Beach."

"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Spike, leaping up from his chair. "I know those guys! One's a Balla, and one's a Vago!"

"So? That sucks for them, but what does that have to do with us?" asked Fat Joe.

"Don't you get it?" asked Tommy. "What do you think the Ballas and Vagos will think when they find out one of their members has died?"

"They'll be pretty pissed." said Fat Joe, oblivious.

"And when they find out that no one from the Families was killed? Then what'll they think?"

"Umm..." Fat Joe was confused.

"You mark! They'll think we launched that missile!" cried Spike.

"But we didn't! It's just a coincidence!"

"Homie, what are you on? Those fools don't think like that. They always jump to conclusions!"

"So, in other words, Fat Joe, we're screwed! The Ballas and the Vagos are gonna kill the Families! Literally!"

"Those motherfuckers!"

Sam Forelli sat at his desk, smoking a Cuban cigar. Two of his men, Frankie and Jim, sat across from him. Sam puffed on his cigar and blew a smoke ring into the air. He turned to Frankie and Jim, who both looked very nervous. Sam turned away again and looked out the window, where 20 stories below, the waters of Vice City glistened in the sun. Sam flicked his cigar out the window and turned back to his henchmen.

"I send you two to do a simple job, and somehow, you manage to fuck it up! I deliberately told you to destroy the stadium, not to scratch it with two missiles!"

"Sorry, boss." said Frankie. "But I got an idea. There's gangs in Los Santos, right? Well, odds are, we just killed a few gang members back there. Knowing them, they'll start a whole war over it! Hopefully, they'll all take each other out, and then we can take control of Los Santos and work our way up to San Andreas.

"What about the cops?" asked Jim.

"Cops are petty shit compared to the brutal street gangs. With the right equipment, we can take them down easily." replied Frankie. "I saw we go to San Andreas now, and wait for the gang war to start. When it's finally over, we make our move."

"Hmmm," pondered Sam. "Not bad, not bad at all. I think you're right."

"What!" cried Jim angrily. "He gives you a shitty idea like that and you forgive him instantly?" That's bullshit! That's--"

"Quiet!" roared Sam, smashing his fists down onto the table. I want no more of this, you understand? Now gentlemen, get your things. We're catching the next flight to San Andreas."

Jim and Frankie got up and walked towards the door.

"Jim?" called Sam. Jim turned around. "You know, I didn't really like that rude outburst you had a minute ago."

Sam produced a silenced pistol from underneath the table and shot Jim twice in the chest. Jim's body fell to the ground, the blood soaking the carpet.

"What the—?" Frankie started.

"Shut up and be glad you're still alive." Sam replied coldly

When Kelly arrived at the hideout, it was nighttime. She could hear the frogs croaking down by the river and the crickets in the grass. Kelly climbed out of her Stinger and entered the hideout.

"Ow! Son of a bitch! Why are the lights off?"

She flicked the lights on and placed her purse on the table. Then she walked into the kitchen, made herself a sandwich, and sat down at the table. Kelly called out to her partner.

"Dammit Catalina, where the hell are you?