Within minutes the sun gave way, burning up the clouds, creating a blanket of heat bearing down upon San Fierro. San Andreas was left wet with the rain, creating slick roads and sidewalks, puddles of rain and mud. The sky became clear, engulfing the flames smoke higher and higher until it eventually evaporated hundreds of feet above the mess of a city San Fierro.
Sirens were let out, cops and fire trucks had already been alerted. So much for being subtle. With time running out, Kingpin was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he wasn't even in San Fierro at the time. It was a long shot, but the team had to stay put, in the off chance he might arrive. The sirens drew louder, closer, the four became uneasy. "Max," Leon leaned forward from back of the van, "they'll be after us, we weren't exactly stealth."
Max raised his hand, he gestured to wait, just a bit longer. Becoming inpatient, Max opened the driver door, leaning out, looking around, in the distance down the road, out towards Garver Bridge. With one hand on the opened door in front of him, Max knelt forward, looking in the side mirror.
A flash of yellow. A flash of red. Blood exploded out of Max's left arm, splattering over the open door, painting the window a blood red. He trembled to the ground, the pain seemed to stay with him until less than a moment later he saw the point sticking out, just below hi shoulder. Pierce automatically went on the offensive, bursting through the passenger door. The yellow sentinel flew by like a strike of lightning, the notorious Kingpin sitting in the driver seat, dressed in his traditional brown trench coat and hat, holding a crossbow in his right hand.
Pierce fired as fast as he could, managing to hit the car but a few times until it exceeded the pistols range. Just under Max's shoulder, his white collared shirt became soaked with blood, dripping along his arm. The bolt struck straight through him, still covered in blood, four and a half inches out, just below his chin. The pain stuck hard seconds after impact. In desperation he grabbed the bolt from the back end, his friends gasping at his actions. Max's scream was surreal, the bolt disappeared as he pulled it through his flesh, the point ripping through tissue and scraping along bone as he forced it out. Pierce hopped backed into the passengers seat as they still had time.
Blood poured out of Max like nothing had before, the smell of his warm blood filling the van as he hopped back into the drivers seat, tossing the bolt under him. He pushed on the pedal with all of his might, the van jolted out into the road, giving chase. The pain was intense. It started to ware off as Max got used to it, pain seemed to be something he was getting immune to.
Up ahead the yellow Sentinel turned around, heading towards Max on the opposite side of the street. He dodged a few cars, the yellow Sentinel passed him. The bloody window shattered as a blot flew through it, piercing into the drivers seat, missing Max's head by inches. He pulled the bolt out of the seats cushion and tossed it.
Max passed a red light, drifting into an intersection as he pushed a hard right, doing a U-turn. Going full speed the van nearly missed various cars, eventually catching up to the Sentinel as it took a turn left. Max crossed over the sidewalk dodging pedestrians, gaining speed. Within moments they were bumper to bumper, with shots exchanged between Pierce and a passenger in the backseat of the Sentinel.
Amazingly the van kept up with the Sentinel, which wasn't very logical, mainly because the yellow sentinel was definitely more maneuverable and had a higher max speed than the van did. Kingpin wasn't trying to escape, not if he was going that slow.
After a Various number of turns, Max found himself losing speed, gliding along next to the highway, heading south. He gave the van more gas and as if they were starting a roller coaster, everyone was pushed back into their seats. Two cars ahead, the Sentinel pushed left, it's tires screeching as it drifted the corner, heading into the airport entrance.
Max was right on his back again, driving through the open airport gates, gliding up and down the road smoothly. The chase began to get to even higher speeds, blurs of planes and baggage cars passed by within seconds as the two vehicles sped towards the runway. Located at the very beginning of the runway were two black vehicles, three men dotted around them, and the plane, and AT-300 which was a cargo plane designed to carry large amounts of cargo, tons, manly used for cars but could hall nearly anything. It looked very similar to the AT-400 passenger plane.
The speeds were in the eighties, nearing the plane too close, Max would loose control if he tried to dodge it. The yellow Sentinel Turned, skidding on it's right towards the plane. Two seconds more and they would hit the Sentinel. Max spun the wheel left with his good right arm, "JUMP!"
The van tipped over to it's right at sixty mph, Pierce jumped out of the passengers seat, Max dove out as well. Joey and Leon were tossed out the back, Max tumbled to the ground after the van threw him into the air as he dove out. The van left the ground, barley flying over Pierce as it did a mid-air roll, tumbling along the cement, tearing itself up.
By this time, Max's pain had subsided, his left arm completely red, opposite of his pearl white collar shirt. He lifted himself off the ground with his good arm. Before seconds passed, he saw the trench coat board the plane. He went for his LX-34 in his holster under his left arm, soaked in blood. The cargo door to the plane was still open, three guards heading to close it. Five shots, five impacts, they all fell to the ground.
The plane began to move, the cargo door still open, it slowly and loudly scraped across the ground sending bright, broad sparks hurdling into the air three feet up. There was no choice. Max dove into the drivers seat of the Sentinel, he punched the pedal with his foot. His group stood behind him, dumbstruck. The Sentinel burned out, using all of its hp.
The plane and the Sentinel both gained speed, the Sentinel's yellow paint job gleaming brightly in the sunlight. The world around him seemed to turn into a painting of blurry, mixed up colors, but the Plane ahead of him stayed clear in his vision. He drove with his injured arm, his LX-34 in his right hand. A panel on the right wall was the cargo door opener, he had to protect it.
A man turned visible on the plane, heading towards the panel. Max shot through the blinding wall of sparks. He neared the plane, a few feet away. About to drive up the ramp, Max's left arm froze. His heart pounded, shocks of pain ran through his arm and chest, causing him to have a hard time breathing. Almost loosing control, he dropped his LX and drove with his right hand.
His arm burnt with an intensity like nothing before Max had endured, as if it was frozen solid, so cold it burned. Zaps of a sharp pain ran ramped through his chest, but he kept going. The car jolted as hi boarded the ramp, the plane nearing the end of the runway. The airport below them suddenly got lower, the Sentinel lost it's power and rolled back. He grabbed his LX and jumped out the drivers seat, rolling onto the ramp.
He watched as the yellow Sentinel rolled off the ramp, Max held onto a bar that connect to the door, which operated it. He caught his breathe and watched below, as the Sentinel got smaller and smaller, until it bounced off the ground, pieces of it shot in every direction.
Shortly after, he caught his breath; still enduring the pain. Max went for a bottle in his pants pocket. He dumped a few pills into his mouth. After a few minutes, the pain lessened. Cautiously looking over the edge, the plane passed over water and desert, various roads spread out below in the outback, with tiny cars driving along them. San Fierro was still just barley visible, shaded out by a light blue color. They passed over a landing strip in the desert, obviously heading towards Venturas. Max took his cell, dialing a few numbers "Pierce?"
"Max?"
"Get to the Las Venturas airport ASAP, I am going to trail them wherever they go, we'll be landing soon."
"Okay Max, but-"
"No questions god damn it. Get the hell over here… I'll keep in touch."
In the next few minutes Max walked around the cargo area, no sign of life. Half way into the plane was a wall separating the cargo area from the seating area. The door was locked, and Max didn't need to be discovered, he would need to lay low. The plane shot out north of Venturas, then swung around, heading towards the airport. It was time.
Back at the V-Rock hotel, "Jack, get you goddamn homework done." Claude firmly ordered.
The door burst open, "Tommy! Tommy! Tommy, here!" The overzealous Ken spoke, more antsy than normal.
"What? What is it?" Tommy stood up from his meal, in his jeans and Hawaiian shirt.
"I just-I just was listening in, Toni, Toni, he's, on, he is-"
"Speak up!"
"He's laughing-landing at Las Venturas airport, with others. This-this could be our chance, Tommy."
Tommy turned to Claude, "Get you stuff, it's show time." Claude immediately went for a weapon. "Phil! Mario! It's time!" The two came out of a dark bedroom, "Yes!" Phil spoke. "My arm is ready to do some killing!"
"Dad! Dad! What are you doing?" Jack inquired.
"I'm going to get revenge, son."
"Cool! Can I come? Dad? Please."
Claude pointed at Jack, ordering, "No, you stay here, I can't let anything happen to you. I would never forgive myself if something did."
Together, Tommy, Claude, Phil, Mario, and Ken loaded up an arsenal of weapons into the two rented vehicles. They were ready for all out war. The car started, Tommy and Claude were the drivers of the two cars, which made there way towards the Las Venturas Airport.
Up with the pilot, Toni, Connor and Kingpin were sitting. The plane silently glided towards Las Venturas, slowly descending. Out of the silence Connor spoke, "So, Nicoletti has the gold, right?"
"Yeah," Toni answered, "but it's a bummer King didn't get to take his car, that is why we took this large piece of junk plane, anyway. That's why we have to take a goddamn detour." Toni laughed.
"Yeah that sucks." Kingpin spoke in a deep, evil voice. "Oh well, it doesn't matter. In time, we will be rich, and rid of those cockroaches, pieces of shit cops. And then I can buy and mod five Sentinel's if I want to."
"Yeah King, we're unstoppable now," said Toni, "what about Joey?"
"That bitch killed my employees. Fuck him too, chop the fuckers head off, along with that bitch Payne."
"We'll be landing soon." the pilot announced.
The plane slowly lowered itself, lowering it's wheels it glided down the runway to a complete stop. The exited the plane into an orange Kuruma. Max had to follow it.
Just getting off the Garver Bridge, Pierce, Leon and Joey got a call, "This is Max, where you at?"
"Garver Bridge." Pierce replied.
"Okay, I'm following them out of town, north."
"Gotcha." Pierce hung up. They were driven a car they stole out of the parking lot, a black Nebula. The car powerfully drove down onto the highway, fast and easily controlled. They would be getting another call from Max, for now they had to head north. Pierce took the first left he cam upon, a few meters from the bridge.