It has been one week prior to the returning of the Mafia. This time it was the San Andreas mafia, from Las Venturas to be exact. Padrino is now in control, the others have been wiped out, the Jack Crime Families are gone. It is now his time to rule. Having a specific plan to follow, Padrino prepares for the next move while sitting in his office.
He sat proudly, excited as a child on Christmas Eve. He enjoyed sitting in the Don's chair, the same brown leather chair that had been used long before, by all the great leaders of the Crime Organizations in Liberty City; this included Veto, Donny, Salvatore, and Connor. Now he was sitting in the chair.
The solid brown door opened, and a man dressed in blue jeans, a red shirt and brown jacket entered. He stood like a gentlemen, having the utmost respect for the Don, Padrino. "Sir, Mr. Don, I have ceased a whole block of apartment buildings in Shoreside Vale, they are fully under our control, Mr. Don."
"Excellent." A smile was brought about under Padrino's thick mustache. "Any uh, word form Mr. Vercetti?'
"No, at least not yet, Mr. Don."
"Jerry, come sit down." Jerry approached the chair and slowly sat down. A man stood with his hands cupped in front of him, keeping quiet. He had short black hair, a goatee, and dressed in a silk shirt and white pants, wearing a stylish cap. He looked slim, yet fit. He was pretty much an average sized person.
"This, this is Jonathan Léon." Padrino waved him to come and sit down in the other seat. "He is French, came from Vice City, I uh, called him here. Thought he could be of assistance."
Jerry shrugged, "Yeah."
"You see, he seems to be very, 'sneaky', shall we put it? He can get his hands on some of the most valuable information that we could possibly think of."
"What kind of information is that, Mr. Don?"
"The sort of information that has to deal with, the FBI, the DA, the LCPD, and of course other crime organizations among this very city."
"What are you asking of me?"
"I need you to help him, with whatever he needs help with. Simple as that, Jerry."
"You got it, Don."
"Thank you. Oh and one more thing, I want you to go pay Mr. Vercetti a visit for me."
"Sure thing Mr. Don. Anything else?"
"No, that'll be it." Jerry and Jonathan rose from their seats and exited the building via the front door, heading out towards the black Sentinels.
Tommy Vercetti exited a doughnut shop on Staunton island, both of his hands full. He took a large drink of the ice cold Sprunk he had in his right hand, then took another bite of the doughnut he had in his other. His red Stinger was only a few feet in front of him.
All he saw was a black blur speed by. At this time, Tommy had dropped his food and dove behind his car, taking cover from the oncoming fire from the street. It was raining bullets, the assassin had been wielding two Mac 10's which fired incredibly fast, spraying the entire sidewalk with bullets. By the time the shots stop firing, the black vehicle was gone, out of sight.
Behind Tommy lay two innocent civilians, each with three or so bullet wounds in their upper body, leaking dark red blood over the pavement. Further behind them lay thousands of pieces of shattered glass from the doughnut store. The isles where a mess, powder everywhere along with torn pieces of doughnut. Tommy's car was painted with grey bullet holes along the frame.
Before Tommy began to figure out who had driven by, his cell rang. He lifted it out of his pocket, answering it. The same voice was speaking to him as before:
"If that did not persuade to take the deal, you can expect to see more of us. Padrino wants to talk to you again. Meet him at the basketball courts near the Callahan Bridge in thirty minutes. Do the same as before, you will be searched." The dial tone returned.
"Son of a bitch!" Tommy shouted at the top of his lungs.
Tommy's ruined Stinger pulled up next to the basketball courts. Two men in black searched him before they let his pass the gate.
It was a beautiful day, the sky was blue, the grass was green, the trees were appealing to the eye and the sun was shining brightly upon the court. The Don stood waiting for Tommy to arrive.
"Mr. Vercetti, am I going to have force you to take the deal or what?"
"What the fuck is your problem? I said no, nothing you say to me will make me change my mind god damn it."
"Mr. Vercetti, I must warn you, I feel as though, if I let you reject my deal, that it would be putting you life in danger, and I don't want that."
Tommy scoffed, "You think you're funny god damn it? Fuck you."
"Mr. Vercetti, how old are you?"
"None of you fucking business."
"Fifty? Sixty? Older? I would think that you would be much more wise than you are now."
"Is that a threat, bitch?"
"Tommy, you need to learn some respect."
"Fuck you!"
"Tommy. Ahem. Mr. Vercetti, if you piss me off, I can have you killed right here right now. Two men have their crosshairs over you right at this second."
Tommy glanced around, searching for the snipers. Dozens of people were strolling by along the sidewalk, as well as cars passing by. He couldn't see any snipers.
"Mr. Vercetti, this is you last chance. Take my offer and spare yourself the suffering, the consequences that will come."
Tommy gave Padrino the finger as he ignorantly returned to his car, driving down the street and disappearing from Padrino's view.
Later that day in San Andreas, the sky was painted orange from the gentle glow of the lowering sun to the west. Las Venturas was alive, action everywhere from the topless bars to back alleys where steamed up cars were parked. From the casino gaming floor to the burger shot across the street, the city was no busy all day long.
Slowly the city began it's transformation from a beautiful fun relaxing day, into a spontaneous exciting night. Meanwhile, a limo arrived through the gate to the landing strip to Las Venturas Airport. The Limo was painted Mafia black and had dark tinted windows. The limo pulled up next to one of two private Leer Jets perpendicular to the runway.
Four men got out of the limo, all dressed in identical black suits and ties. It wasn't long before three Landstalkers arrived and twelve Mafia filtered out. They filled up of the jets. Minutes later more Mafia arrived to board the other jet. Within the hour, the planes were airborne, flying forty-five degrees north over ocean and then the mainland, directly towards Liberty City.
Throughout the next week, several trips were made back and forth across America, the two Leer jets were transporting Padrino's troops to Liberty City. By the time the week ended, Padrino had more than sixty new troops at his disposal, and more on their way. It was merely one more step towards his goal of controlling the City.
The day would come. The day where all the gangs and crime organizations in Liberty would fight for the lost area of which was the Jack Crime Families. Upon this day there would be more killing, manslaughter, and more shootouts in Liberty City than ever before. It would be a new record for the city. Crime rates would be at an unrealistic all time high, as well as the death toll in the city. It would all be between the Yakuza Crime Organization, the Triads, the Diablos, the South Side Hoods, the Yardies, the Vercetti Crime Organization, the Mafia, and the Cartel.
Prior to this day, the gang fights were foreplay, just to secure a spot in the action, usually only a building or two. The available locations were: The entire vicinity of Saint Marks, partial Harwood, partial Newport, partial Wichita Gardens, Pike Creek, and partial Cedar Grove.
On this day, the city would be overwhelmed with gang wars, bodies would pile up along the streets, which would run red with blood. The waiting was intense, not just for Tommy but for every gang fighting for the land. What it all came down to was the peroration, then who would attack first. The question still remains. Who will attack first?
Tommy Vercetti was sitting in his apartment, going over in his mind the territory that could be acquired in the next few days. He was sitting on his couch, lean over his knees with his hands on his head, thinking hard. The possibly territory acquired could mean the domination or end to any of the gangs in the city. He remembered Claude, his other condo which was still standing. It could be a huge gain for the Vercetti's, but would there be a more strategic place of attack? Most of the conflict would be in Saint Marks.
The Diablos would charge into the remaining Harwood area, then attack Saint Marks where the Mafia would likely be held up. The Triads would most likely do the same, they have all the elements. Their stronghold is located directly in Chinatown, almost adjacent to Saint Marks; a very close trip. It would be hard to say, but chances are the Yakuza would be going for Saint Marks as well, after all, if they acquired it, they would have the upper hand by having the strongpoint in Portland.
Overall, it was a game of Risk. Guessing where your opponents are going to attack and guess if they would be successful. Then examining the situation and deciding where it would be best to attack. The same would go for you as well. A game of risk. Tommy was interested to see what the outcome would be. The first attack would be any day now. The waiting was terrible.
A/N: Be prepared for some action! Please review!