CHAPTER 4

None of this belongs to me

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"Charter Flight ZD-204 demanding permission to land"

A small old plane hit land in the airport in Liberty City. A young blond man stepped quickly out of it. He was wearing an old dusty cowboy suit and a cowboy hat with a couple of holes in it. He pulled out a sellotaped cell phone and dialled.

"Yes?" answered Tommy

"Tommy it's me, George. I have just arrived at Francis International. Are you coming to pick me up?"

"Oh. Umm yes…but get comfortable I will take a while"

"Ok. Whatever." And he put his phone back.

George Carrington was a man of limited power. His family had lost all a few years ago. The oil fields, the building businesses and all the other unofficial rackets were in hands of Donald Love who had learnt it all from George's Uncle Avery.

This is why George caught a plane as fast as he could when he saw this opportunity of revenge, he came as fast as he could which is what Tommy demanded and now he finds Tommy will be late after all the effort put by himself this is a sign of disrespect towards him. George could not allow this; Tommy had no right to treat him this way, to dispatch his phone call as if he had other more important things to do, to leave him waiting in the airport. NO.

George arrived at the waiting room and sat down as he begun to think what to do next.

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Tommy put his car phone down and continued pushing his Cheetah as fast as it would go. He was heading for Chinatown and was already halfway through Staunton Island. Tommy feared he would not arrive with sufficient time.

The main idea was to arrive at the battle at Chinatown and hit the Syndicate from their back. If he managed to get a good position he could halve their forces all by himself. As soon as he got the time he would send for reinforcements and send his two boys on missions. CJ would go and pick George up at the airport and take him to the mansion. Claude would go and hit the Syndicate at their base. They would surely be weak on defences now that all their men were fighting in Chinatown.

Tommy went over his plan as he entered Portland and saw the smoke from far away. That is where the Syndicate and the Triads were having their little debate of opinions.

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CJ laid on the floor looking at a muzzle a few centimetres from his face. A thousand thought roamed his head at that moment. He thought of his mother, of Sweet, Of Kendl, of Cesar, He thought of his home, of his happiness, of risking it all again. He was happy living with his sister and Cesar with no problems, with no Tenpenny but he started again and got into another Underworld War. HE realised he really liked the adrenaline and the danger. He realised he actually enjoyed being pointed at with a gun. His fear disappeared.

"Drop the gun" he ordered

The Syndicate soldier, about to pull the trigger laughed, being taken completely unguarded by this.

"You are in no position to give me orders" The Soldier said

"Drop the gun" CJ repeated

"We have a fighter here eh? Well that won't help you because I have got the gun and you have nothing. Prepare to- "

BANG

The Soldier fell to the floor with a hole in his head. CJ turned back slowly to look at the car and saw Woozie pointing a fuming a gun at the point in space where the soldiers head had been seconds ago. Woozie collapsed after this final effort.

CJ was pulled back to reality and he jumped into the car. Kicked the cracked glass out to be able to see and continued towards the hospital. He has practically seconds left to save Woozie. CJ could almost see a white bar floating in the air with Woozies name beside it that showed how little life he had left, but this hallucination did not discourage CJ at all as he drove to the nearest hospital destroying a few stop signs and street lamps on his way.

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"Did you record that Mike?" Clara Martin, special reporter asked.

Mike put his thumb up.

"What a fantastic scene. Incredible how that black guy escaped that man with the gun on his face. We have recorded enough. Let's go the studio and edit this video"

Mike put his thumb up.

"I need to find out who he is. He is going to be on tonight's show. I'm thinking about making a special report on him. Interview him if I manage. A inside story with one of the heroes of one of the sides."

Mike put his thumb up.

"Give it some human point of view; add some sad music in a few places. This will make me famous. "

Mike put his thumb up.

"Get to the van Mike, we're leaving"

Mike followed the lady into the van and made his way to the studio.

Clara opened her laptop. And begun narrating to herself as she typed "Wars are big and small- no- Wars can be small, and fought in cities by usual people. We have an account from a most usual person, brought into this war between gangs…."

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Tommy arrived at the Laundry. The whole street was blocked by police cars. The there was a double set of mafia cars with space in between for soldiers shooting both at the police and at the Triads. And in the inside, surrounding the Laundry in an arc shape were a set of cars behind which the Triads shot at the Syndicate.

This didn't make sense. The Syndicate was fighting two enemies and was surrounded; it should have gone down a while ago. Until Tommy noticed very peculiar thing. The policemen who got up to shoot seemed to receive bullets appearing from nowhere. Looking around Tommy saw a Yakuza stinger in a corner and a gun being fired from behind which was killing all the cops

"Claude!" Tommy shouted at the shooter, recognizing him. "You should be on mission., unless that is finished"

Claude nodded indicating the Yakuza meeting was arranged.

"Good. Now I need you to send some of the boys here, and go with a couple others to any of the Syndicates centrals and bomb their place down.

Claude nodded, happy to get some action to take care of and stole a Police car to go to complete his mission.

Tommy kneeled in Claude's strategic place and begun shooting down Syndicate soldiers.

Nicolas Forelli was at the other end. And was witness of this whole scene. The moment he was waiting for had arrived. He had attracted Tommy Vercetti. His plan had worked. He had tricked the mouse out of his hole and now prepared to squash him.

"Antonio" He called

"Yes?"

"Take this car behind that stinger, and prepare the bomb"

Antonio followed the orders religiously.

Nicolas took another car and placed himself in front of Tommy at a safe distance.

"Tommy Vercetti!" Nicolas shouted

Tommy turned

"I am Nicolas Forelli- you killed my brother Sonny and now I am going to kill you"

With his eye he followed Antonio as he placed the car and went away.

Tommy did not waste a second and begun shooting at Nicolas who covered behind a car. The timer had been set. In 3 minutes the car would blow up. Nicolas started shooting at Tommy to keep him in place knowing that in seconds Tommy Vercetti would stain the streets of Chinatown.

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(A/N) Sorry for the wait but exams have kept me busy. I've read your reviews and hope to adjust to you comments as well as I can. Thanks for the support!