Chapter 4

Don't Mess With CJ

While CJ was away, Fat Joe, Tommy, and Spike were house-sitting. They'd go outside to get his newspaper every morning and make sure that no one tried to rob the house.

Tommy walked outside one morning to get the paper. When he got outside, he was greeted by two Ballas. The only thing was, Tommy didn't know they were Ballas.

"Good morning," said the first Balla. "My name is John Smith, and I'm with the Los Santos Electrics Company. This is my assistant, Jack Black. We just need to perform a routine power check. You know, make sure everything's going fine, make sure that there's no faulty wiring, make sure all the systems work.

"Um, yeah, ok." muttered Tommy.

The Ballas walked inside as Tommy said to himself, "Damn, couldn't their mamas have given them some original names?"

John and Jack entered the kitchen as Tommy, Spike, and Fat Joe stood by the front door.

"Who are these guys?" Spike whispered.

"I dunno, they said they were with the electric company or some shit."

"They don't look very professional." observed Fat Joe. "Look, the one on the left is gonna get himself shocked!"

A crackling sound and a reassuring "Ow!" came from the kitchen.

Spike walked up to the kitchen door. "Excuse me," he said. "What company did you guys say you worked for?"

"We're with the Los Santos Power Company." replied Jack.

"Hmm, that's strange." Tommy chimed in. "You told me you were with the electric company. Do either of you dudes have any like, credentials or identification we can see?"

"Oh yeah," John told him. "Right here, fool!"

Without warning, John produced a pistol from the inside of his coat and aimed it at Tommy.

"Shit!" cried Tommy as he dove out the front door. Fat Joe did the same, but Spike wasn't so lucky. He ran from the kitchen to the front door and screamed in agony when a bullet suddenly ripped through his thigh. Spike toppled to the ground.

"Damn, man! Spike's hurt!" Fat Joe ran back into the house and held up his own 9mm. He pointed it at John's chest and ordered, "Don't move, man. Stay right where you are. I'll shoot you, I'm serious."

Jack took a TEC-9 from his coat and aimed it at Fat Joe, but Tommy came to his rescue and pulled his own gun.

With the four gang members all pointing guns at each other, and with Spike lying wounded on the floor, one could tell by just a quick glance at the scene that this would be a very fateful firefight.

"CJ, I'm going to Kelly's house. She says she has something to show me." Jay said as they both sat on the couch in Jay's house.

"Can I come?" CJ asked.

"Um, your friend Catalina is going to be there also. You don't want to come."

"Well then I better come with you. You don't know her. She's crazy, and I don't trust her."

"Fine, fine."

CJ and Jay left Verona Beach and drove to Fern Ridge, where Kelly and Catalina's house was located. Jay walked up to the front door and knocked. CJ sat in the car, making sure to stay out of sight. He would only go inside if he was needed.

The door opened and Jay went in. The lights were turned off, so Jay reached over and hit the power switch. The lights came on and Kelly appeared in front of Jay, holding a frying pan. Wham! She smacked Jay in the head, rendering him unconscious.

He woke up tied to a chair. Kelly and Catalina stood on either side, each wielding a knife and 9mm.

"What the hell are you two trying to pull?" Jay demanded.

"Shut up, dumbass" Catalina ordered. "Just shut the fuck up."

"Sorry, Jay." said Kelly as she advanced on Jay, her knife raised in the air.

"Who are you two? What do you want with me?"

"Well, we usually do freelance contracts, but lately, we've been promised a deal. Remember that casino bombing?" asked Kelly.

"Of course."

"That was us. We weren't the ones who planted the bomb, of course, but we were the ones who purchased it and shipped it to the oblivious casino workers."

"But...why?" Jay asked. "Why'd you do it?"

"Money." replied Kelly. "It's all about the money. Now shut up and die, Jay."

With that, Catalina raised her gun and pressed the barrel hard against the side of Jay's head.

The four of them stood facing each other. Tommy and John. Fat Joe and Jack. Each man had a gun gripped tightly in his hand and was focusing on the matter at hand. Nobody seemed to notice Spike, who was still lying on the ground. The pain in his leg had gone down, but he hadn't gotten up yet.

A bead of sweat dripped from Tommy's forehead and splattered on the ground. He still had his gun at John's chest though, and he wasn't about to back down anytime soon. This would be a brutal fight to the death, he promised himself. A no-strings-attached gun battle. Anything goes.

Suddenly, down on the ground, Spike attacked. He swung his leg out and kicked John hard in the shin. He fell to the ground, knocking down Jack in the process. The three OGFs took this as their chance to flee. They ran out the front door and hid in the bushes, waiting for the two Ballas to emerge from the house.

"Son of a bitch!" cried John. "Get them!" He and Jack left the house, searching desperately for their opponents.

The door flew open, and in the doorway stood CJ, a 9mm in each hand. He pointed his guns at the two deadly women and said, "Down on the ground, both of you. I can shoot you both before you even raise a finger." Catalina dropped her weapons and crouched on the ground, but Kelly did not. She started backing up towards the back door.

"I'm warning you, bitch, stop right there and I won't hurt you." warned CJ.

"You wouldn't kill me." scoffed Kelly.

"And why not?"

"Because...you'd be a murderer." Kelly aimed her pistol at CJ and tried to pull the trigger, but she was too slow. Two rapid-fire gunshots to the chest from CJ's gun threw Kelly backwards, smashing her into a wall.

"Bitch, I've killed so many people it doesn't even matter to me anymore." CJ fired a last shot straight into Kelly's head, killing her.