A/N: I've been writing thisalmost all day. I hope you like it, I tried hard. Please review.
Slowly the second week passed by. The streets were cold, quiet. Tommy himself was getting anxious. He found himself calling Hillary every night now, which was unusual. Padrino had ceased a few buildings in Saint Marks, one near the hospital.
Padrino's cousin Valentine had just arrived to Francis International via commercial airline. He was currently being escorted via limo along with bodyguards to Padrino's newly acquired property in Saint Marks.
Winter was definitely here. It was just over thirty degrees outside in the cold, crisp morning. The grass throughout the city was frozen, along with vehicles windshields painted with ice. The water upon the roads crystallized, creating deathtraps to passers by. Slowly the limo crossed the newly repaired Shoreside Lift bridge. It was getting closer to it's destination.
The Diablos were ruthless. The fighting was held off long enough for them to acquire their merchandise from the black market which arrived yesterday evening, via tanker.
The clock upon the dashboard of the tan colored, ice painted Alpha read six-oh-five am. The sun started it's daily climb, turning the frozen sky into a pink and blue sunrise. The wind was blowing slightly strong. Four black men stood dressed in ski masks, and cargo pants, and red and black sweaters. Into the trunk of the Alpha vehicle, one placed an AK-47 and boxes of ammo. One of the men approached the drivers seat and the others filed into their passenger seats. The driver placed two loaded ice cold grey Ingrams in his lap. The man next to him held a 9mm Uzi, as did the man behind him. The last gangster also held two Ingrams, ready for battle.
The limo arrived outside of the Mafia controlled building. Valentine and two bodyguards exited. The limo disappeared around the corner and Valentine continued up to the front door, pass the two Mafia guards outside.
Upstairs Padrino was enjoying a glass of whiskey. One of his informants arrived at his door. "Sir."
"Yes?"
"It's you cousin, Valentine. He has arrived, outside, downstairs."
"Mm-hmm, okay. It's about time that asshole arrived," he started laughing, "ain't I right? Ah, well at least we have more support now, don't we?"
Padrino arrived downstairs as Valentine exited the limo, approaching the door. He looked very much like Padrino, with a more wide jaw and uplifted eyebrows. He was older too.
He entered the door.
The tan Alpha arrived outside the building right as Valentine was at the door, entering. They came to a complete stop, catching some passers by's eyes, as well as the Mafia guards. The driver behind started to get pissed off, cursing out loud.
The driver seat window was rolled down. In slow motion the driver sat upon the window frame, lifting his firearms up into the air. The other men joined him, raising their weapon's fast enough to catch the Mafia off guard. Then the shots rang out. Short-continual bursts of flame and blasts of sound.
Valentine was shot down, ten or so shots to his back which was crimson red with fresh blood. The rain of bullets also brought his bodyguards down with a blaze, covered in showers of blood.
Two guards at the door were prepared to return fire, but where bouncing off the bloody wall from being hit by dozens of bullets before they could return fire. Various troops inside were hit as well, some minor injuries such as shoulder wounds, while others had head shots, laying dead in puddles of blood.
The civilians were long gone at the first sign of warfare, fleeing the area for their lives. The Mafia had no good vantage points and had to take the oncoming fire for a few minutes. The front of the building was no longer a building. The walls were filled with bullet holes, glass was shattered, plaster and particles of bricks were spread amongst the bloody sidewalks and bodies.
Inside were five dead Mafia, one of the being Valentine. The walls opposite the open door and windows were also torn up by the vigorous shots, plaster and particles of rubbish which covered the room. The couches were shot up as well as the tables and drinks were, creating a junkyard within the room.
Mafia gunmen took their places at the windows throughout the building, returning an overwhelming amount of fire. This included pistols, M4's, 12 gauges, Mac 10's, and so on. In one window a Mafia aimed a large weapon at the vehicle.
Throughout the screaming and yelling, he heard his cue, "Shoot it." The end of the tube-like weapon shot off, leaving a trail of smoke behind it.
One second of being airborne and it made contact with the front of the vehicle, where they both (the missile and vehicle) combusted, lighting up on fire with the thunderous explosion, shooting metal debris across the street. The drive shot out of the window on flames immediately after the explosion which launched the Alpha, flaming into the air backwards. A few more seconds and it was upside down, engulfed in bright orange flames.
In Harwood, three Diablo Stallions raced towards the flaming battleground. In all of the chaos, Triads also started their assault, attacking opposite the Diablo's position.
Minutes later, the Mafia had snipers in all of the surrounding buildings, along with the RPG upon the top floor of Padrino's building. Before things got worse, Padrino was escorted out of the area to a secure location along with his dead cousin's body.
The fighting continued for hours to come in Saint Marks, the Mafia had sustained their numbers while the Diablos and Triads were dropping on arrival. Later in the day the temperature dropped, snowfall began covering the city, paving the streets and sidewalks white.
At seven am Tommy was again with Hillary, this time they were both awake and still busy in bed this early morning. The bed shook slightly as Tommy's cell rang again, lighting up the blue color it does when he received an incoming call.
Both look at the cell, not stopping. Tommy ignore it and continued.
Fred, the druggie in Harwood, was going to inform Tommy that a hit had been made and in no time would Tommy be under attack. Fred sat leaned against the wall in the freezing cold weather in his torn up clothes. He shook slightly, his breath snow white in the freezing cold air. He stood up, grabbing a bicycle parked outside the gas station.
He had to get to Tommy, not only to inform him, but to have a warm place to stay at night. A fit young man exited the gas station and saw Fred riding off. "Hey!" he shouted, anger in his voice. "Hey! That's my bike!"
At the five minute mark, Fred had almost lost control of the bike five of six times due to the icy sidewalks, ignorant drivers and pedestrians in the city, gunshot continuously in the background, it was a war.
Fred tirelessly pedaled over the Callahan bridge, now only a few blocks away from Tommy's. He kept his pace up.
In the middle of it, Tommy's door was busted open. In a hurry, Tommy threw Hillary off him and dove for the revolver upon the night stand. Gunshots tore through the living room as Tommy quickly got dressed. Three men stood dressed in blue and purple clothing, Japanese. Yakuza. They were wielding automatic hand pistols, Ingrams.
"Hillary, stay in here. I mean it." Tommy's voice was deep and fierce, Hillary obeyed.
More shots tore through the apartment, obliterating everything in it. Tommy leaned out taking three shots before the Yakuza could react. His last shot of the three hit a Yakuza in the chest, blowing straight through him and into the wall of which he bounced onto then slid to the ground leaving dark red blood upon the cream colored wall.
The Yakuza shot at the bedroom door Tommy was at, destroying the wall around it, filling them with the ever so familiar bullet holes. When the shots stopped, Tommy blindly shot back with his hand out the door, hoping to hit one. No success.
The Ingrams lit up again and Tommy pulled back his arm, nearly getting shot. The front door burst open again, smashing into one of the Yakuza forcing him to the ground. Fred stood there like an idiot before he realized who they were. "Holy shit! Tommy!"
The other Yakuza started to fist fight Fred, giving him a few well placed jabs to the face while screaming something in Japanese.
Tommy heard Fred's plea, diving out from the door. He then stood to see Fred getting the stuffing beat out of him, one Yakuza was rising from the floor, automatic pistol in hand. Raising the ten pound revolver, the Yakuza bounced backwards due to the force of which the bullet tore through his head. Tommy shot again at the other Yakuza, his chest popped throwing blood over the walls, door, and Fred before he flew into the wall and dropped to the floor.
Tommy helped Fred onto the bullet hole-filled couch. "Fred?" Tommy slightly slapped his drowsy looking face. "Fred? Are you okay, Fred?"
His vision was blurry, his face numb, he couldn't speak. Tommy rushed to the door and glanced outside into the red hallway, glancing down each direction. More Yakuza were on their way. He returned to Fred.
"Fred? Fred. Fred!"
"Uh, wha-what?" he slurred out.
"Come one," Tommy picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. Hillary was dressed now.
"Hun, what's going on?"
"We need to get out, now. The fire escape."
"But Tom-"
"Now!" The trio climbed through the bedroom window, Tommy helping Fred all of the way down.
About three floors down from his apartment, Tommy glanced below, about three more floors to go. Upon the street lay four empty Yakuza stingers. "Son of a Bitch." he murmured.
One more floor down. A thunders explosion shook the apartment building. It trembled, bringing all three of them to their knees. They could feel the heat above them and fire dissolved into the air, leaving small particles of burning debris and glass to fall below.
Smoke rose high into the air from Tommy's apartment, it was now engulfed in flames. The Yakuza had set a bomb in it. Tommy rushed off his anger and got to the ground. The three ran into the middle of the street. Tommy forced a civilian cab driver out, the three hopped in the car and sped off as angry Yakuza exited the building firing at Tommy with their automatic weapons, this time they were TEC 9's.
Minutes passed and Tommy arrived at a warehouse on Shoreside. The three entered the building. It was Tommy's Criminal Empire. His men were spread throughout the warehouse, which was incognito to every gang in the city. They entered a hallway with cement floor and white painted walls.
Tommy turned, "You too, stay in here." He pointed to his right. It was a comfortable bedroom with a ceiling fan, two beds, a table, TV, and one very small window. Tommy continued through the hallway out into a large room, filled with many chairs, boxes, crates, and a few of Tommy's men.
"Gentlemen, the war of Liberty had been started. It is now our time to rise up and defeat the returning mafia in Portland. Get heated, and follow me over to the garage. That's all." Tommy's speech was prepared. He lead a total of fifteen men out to the garage, which had six grey Sentinels. Four Sentinels were loaded with gunmen, one of them being Tommy. He lead the group, well armed with M4's and armor, towards Portland.
The four Sentinels drove in a line, weaving in and out, through the traffic. Tommy's reason for assault on Saint Marks was to eliminate the Mafioso from Liberty, for good once again.
The four Sentinels continued over Callahan bridge gliding through the city, each soldier anxious to start shooting. For a back up plan, Tommy had an emergency Maverick on standby, for evacuation in case it was needed.
Now under the L-train, the convoy started up the hill. Ahead, multiple police cars were abandoned. They were covered in bullet holes and broken glass. About for or five bodies lay across the road of gunned down officers, blood covered.
The war was still raging on, gunfire just ahead. They sped in, past a few burning vehicles, over a few bodies, coming to a stop at the corner. They exited their vehicles and continued on foot, the shooting right up the road. The streets were abandoned except for fighting gangs, the police even quit attempting to stop the war.
From the east, Tommy's men entered the battle zone. By this time, the war was right outside of Toni's Mamma's restaurant. The Mafioso were held up in the restaurant with Diablos attacking from the North and the Triads attacking form the West.
Tommy and his men dashed into the firefight with one goal in mind-take out Padrino. Bullets shot above their head as Tommy and three soldiers took cover behind an abandoned LCPD cruiser, the others took cover behind various items such a poles, newspaper stands, etc. Sparks shot out as the bullets hit the frame of the cruiser. One by one the invading Diablos dropped to the cement in blood.
When he saw his chance, Tommy violently dashed through the street avoiding gunfire. One of his men dropped due to a sniper bullet. As he neared the entryway to the restaurant more Triad vehicles raced towards him.
Before they reached the battle zone, one large explosion caused from an RPG took out one vehicle. Engulfed in flames, it spun out, smashing into the other Triad vehicles, causing a four car pileup.
Tommy raced up the stairs and was greeted by three mafia guards. He dove to avoid gunfire as his two remaining soldiers gunned them down. Tommy and his men prepared to enter the Mafia controlled building as the fighting outside continued. Tommy had about eight or nine soldiers who were still alive, holding their position behind several shot up police vehicles. The cement was blood red covered with bodies every five feet. The war raged on.
The adrenaline pumped through his veins. When he got this feeling, he felt invincible. The world was suddenly in slow motion through his eyes. He signaled his soldiers to charge in. Upon entry the Mafia soldiers opened fire. From every angel, every degree, bullets came. Tommy dodged a few before dropping to the ground behind a counter along with his two men.
Even still, the bullets never stopped coming. Their only chance was to shoot blind by positioning the weapons above their head, firing over the counter. Seconds later the gunfire became less intense while screams of Mafia troops persisted.
Tommy jumped up, firing at the enemies as he dove over a waiting couch, bullets following him as he dashed to the other side of the restaurant. Distracted, the Mafia soldiers were hit with a surprise attack from Tommy's men. The dinning floor became a covered in battle scars. Upon the many dead Mafia were blood painted sub machine guns. With the floor cleared, they all headed for the stairs at the back of the large room.
Padrino walked back and forth amongst the shooting, furious. He was cursing at Tommy Vercetti who was just below him. His chest was covered by a ten pound bullet proof vest. There were only five Mafia soldiers left in the building, the rest were had been slain throughout Saint Marks.
"That mother fucker is going to fuckin pay god DAMN IT!" he thrust his hand into the air as hard as he could, just about in tears.
"Mr. Don." Spoke one of the remaining soldiers, and M4 in hand. "What do you propose we do?"
Down below, outside, the fighting had shifted to the Triads verses the last few of Tommy's men. The bodies outside became covered in some millions of tiny frozen snowflakes, their blood crystallizing due to the temperature. The Diablos were no longer in the picture, wiped out, obliterated, gone. Meanwhile, the LCPD police force was preparing for an attack. The county's just outside of the city limits had lend Liberty their forces, including SWAT, FBI, task force, etc. In a matter of minutes the law enforcement was going to regain control of Portland.
Tommy began up the half turn stairs, the door was opened to Padrino's office. They were only a few feet away.
"Padrino! They' coming!" alerted a soldier.
"Son of a BITCH!" he screamed. One of the Mafia tossed a frag grenade to Padrino who, at the door, pulled the pin and tossed it down.
The metal clang was heard. Tommy glanced at the green ball bounce off the wall. "Oh shit! Grenade!" He turned, jumping down the stairs over his men. The explosion tore through the staircase, collapsing it while killing Tommy's men and engulfing the area in small flames.
Tommy tumbled down the last few steps. He forced himself up, his body becoming soar.
Padrino screamed, "Give me that fucking piece of shit!" The soldier tossed him his M4. "Die you rat bastard mother fucker!" The firearm was aimed at the floor. Every half second another bullet shot through the floor nearly hitting Tommy.
The bullets came closer and closer. Tommy dashed across the room before he would be killed. Returning fire, Tommy shot the ceiling. The bullets shot through killing one Mafia while injuring another. After reloading Tommy spotted another flight of stairs. He ended up one floor above Padrino's office, in a sort of apartment like room. At the other side was a door, Tommy continued through it, going down a floor and coming into the office from another entryway.
The room was dark, the walls purple with wood paneling at the bottom three feet. The floor was wood as well, everything in the room was oak. He was immediately shot at.
Running to the left, towards the window, the bullets were inches off from hitting Tommy, putting holes in the wall and chipping away at the plaster. While dodging the bullets he also shot back, easily taking out the last of Padrino's men.
Padrino cursed even louder, filling the wall with bullets as Tommy dove behind his desk. The click signaled the empty clip. He cursed again Tommy jump up shooting. Three bullets hit his chest, forcing him back from the impact. He was still standing, Tommy's clip ran empty.
Both men hurried to reload. Padrino was ready to fire by the time Tommy realized he was clean out of ammo. The M4 slowly raised up, Tommy five feet away, staring down the barrel of the rifle. His heart beat seemed to echo in the sudden silence. He twitched before jumping out of the window behind him, the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Tommy flopped out of the window like a brick, landing on a picnic table out front which collapsed under his weight and the fall. The fall made his body become numb, he heard the gunfire once again. Almost dreaming, he lost it. A second later he came back to reality. A sudden urge made him jump up and dash into the blood and snow covered street, gunshots following his path.
Padrino jumped out of the window after Tommy, landing on his feet then taking chase. Every few seconds he would fire a few shots at Tommy, missing every time. They were running west, towards the AMCO gas station. A crashed Bravura was along the street. Tommy threw the door open, gunfire zoomed by his body, one shot hit his right arms shoulder.
Blood spatter on the window and down his shirt, the pain stinging, his arm tingly and numb. As the car took of more bullets pierced the metal emitting sparks as they hit. Tommy headed for the empty construction site, western Portland.
Padrino wasn't far behind. In a flame painted Diablo Stallion with one bullet hole in the windshield, he sped pass the wrecked vehicles in the streets, dodging the remaining fighting gang members and skidding along the snow covered streets. He caught up to Tommy fast.
The cars were next to each other, speeding around the corners, gliding up and down the small sloped roads into the Red Lights District. Padrino opened fire, the bullets took out the front and rear windshield. Tommy ducked as bullets passed above his head, almost loosing control of the car. The sped under the bridge and onto a sloped dirt road into the demolished construction site. A black Maverick in sight, ready to take off.
Tommy's bravura drifted left and right while he tried to keep the car steady from the repeated bumps from Padrino. Now yards away, Tommy slowed down and hopped out of the vehicle into a sprint towards the chopper.
Padrino also exited, letting his vehicle roll unguided off to the right. A few shots rang out and a few bullets nearly hit Tommy. Padrino hastily reloaded as Tommy boarded the chopper.
Immediately it became airborne lifting off the ground. Padrino tried to grab on but it was too late, the choppers started to head towards Staunton Island, southbound parallel to Portland's coast. He fired at the Maverick as he returned to his Stallion, speeding towards the Callahan Bridge. He was like glue, sticking nearby, following the chopper.
Tommy was trying to loose him, he wasn't about to retreat back to the warehouse, not revealing his hideout, that wasn't an option. With his apartment gone, he had nowhere to go. The chopper swung around South Staunton Island, following the coastline all the way around, and then heading North. The chopper was too far to be shot at. Padrino sped up to around one hundred miles per hour.
From the chopper, the Diablo Stallion was still in sight, heading towards the bridge, neck and neck along with a black Sentinel. The thought hit Tommy's mind. More Mafia.
The chopper neared the Staunton Lift bridge, Padrino and the black Sentinel stopped on the rising piece of road, the bell ringing. Closer the chopper came. The Mafia hustled to get a large weapon out of the trunk, and RPG.
Tommy had no choice. If he wanted to survive, he knew he would have to take out the Mafia on the bridge before they took him out. He told the pilot what to do.
The maverick lowered, just above the height of the bridge, Tommy had control of the custom installed M60 turret. The RPG had no clear view. The chopper was barley above the large metal bears of which held up the bridge. Now directly over the bridge, the chopper still lowered, the shot was clear. The soldier took it.
The M60's barrel light up sending hundreds of bullets towards the Mafia on the bridge, spraying them like cockroaches. The small Rocket became large as it quickly headed toward the chopper. They were only thirty or so feet in the air.
The rocket exploded yards before impact, sending thousands of sparks and fire dissipating into the air. The force of the explosion pushed the helicopter as if it was shoved, Tommy slipped out of his seat and tumbled to the ground.
The pilot regained control before the chopper crashed into the edges of the bridge. As Tommy stood up the ground below them shook, the bridge was lowering. He caught his breath from the fall and let out a gasp. The left side of his face was scraped badly among the cement.
In front of him, the two vehicles sat disabled covered in hundreds of bullet holes. Four Mafia soldiers bodies lay lifeless, mangled from the M60's gunfire. Padrino sat leaned up against the Stallions hood. His face was purple, blood sliding down the side of his face. His vest covered in blood, his leg badly injured. A loaded M4 still in his hands. He took another breathe. He spoke quietly, "Run. Asshole. Run."
Tommy looked to the chopper above him, it lowered a ladder. About to open fire, Padrino screamed, cursing at Tommy once again, standing up. The bullets missed terribly as Padrino slowly limped into the middle of the road. Tommy climbed up the vigorously shaking ladder up to the seats of the Maverick.
The chopper regained height to fly over the metal beams, heading towards Shoreside. Tommy looked back at Padrino. After reloading, the strong willed man still fired at the chopper. Three Yakuza Stingers sped on the wrong side of the empty bridge at dangerously high speeds.
Padrino was hit, he bounced off the front of the first stinger like a rag doll, his body bending in unordinary ways. The second stinger smashed his body into the ground, the third ended up tearing piece of his body off and dragging it along leaving blood until it finally fell off as they got off of the bridge.
The chopper continued over Pike Creek, nearing the warehouse, only fifty feet in the air. The same three Yakuza Stingers arrived. The Yakuza jumped out firing assault rifles at the chopper. Already enduring enough damage, the chopper began to emit smoke and become shaky.
Attempting to escape, the chopper started to head over towards the other side of Shoreside Vale. The Yakuza followed still followed, never stopped shooting at the Maverick in which Tommy was in. Finally the engine of the helicopter sparked and ignited in flames, creating coal black smoke. The controls of the chopper were disabled due to a gunshot hitting the wiring within the front of the chopper. Slowly the flaming Maverick lowered towards the ground. Yakuza watched from the bridge over the bay as the chopper combusted over the small pond like water in Wichita Gardens.
After combusting, the chopper dropped into the ice cold water, putting out the flames, leaving a smoke trail in the sky.
A/N: Nope, not over yet. Please Review.