CHAPTER 5
None of this belongs to me
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The smell of the air was of despair. It created a feeling that the world stopped here, like a bubble protected from the slow grinding power of time. However, death did roam this place where many lives ended, but many also started.
CJ paced up and down the corridor of the hospital next to the operations room faster and faster each time. In his mind it had only been seconds since he had seen the face of Woozie become so suddenly vivacious as he saved CJ's life but it also seemed months since he had been taken into the surgery.
And CJ continued pacing up and down the halls and he suddenly realised what was happening. An image of a teenager flashed into his head…
The boy cuddled beside his old mother, who was weeping and crying, he simply could not let out his cries. He had to be strong; he could not allow himself to anguish so he sat motionless and indifferently cuddling his mother. His older brother was walking up and down the corridors. Furious. Shouting at the hospital staff.
A nurse came up to him slowly
"Sir, there is nothing we can do" she said sadly "if you would like to spend the last-"
"SHUT UP" the brother shouted scaring the nurse "SAVE MY BROTHER!" the older boy pulled out a gun from his waist where it had remained hidden and thrashed it at the girls face when
"SEAN" the mother blasted from her seat, now up on her feet and angry "Have some respect to your brother Carl and put that away, one of those killed Brian!"
The image faded away, like always. CJ sat down. He didn't want to be like Sweet.
"Sir" spoke a nurse to CJ "your friend is progressing greatly. Now we must only wait."
CJ calmed down and without asking went into the room that the nurse had come out. Woozie was there. He seemed undisturbed. CJ checked his watch and ran out remembering he had things to do.
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Ken Rosenberg woke up. He palmed around for his glasses. He was lying in the middle of what he recognised as his office, or so he thought. The furniture was turned up and everything was thrown around the place. After a moment of dizziness he realised he had been woken by a repetitive knocking on the door.
"I'm coming"
But the visitor did not wait. The door came down with a strong thud and a big man walked in towards Ken.
"Eh! mi amigo!"
Ken looked down and saw the big man was pushing a wheelchair, where an old man was sitting.
"Colonel Cortez!" Ken exclaimed recognising the aged man.
"Had a good party eh?" he stated more than asked as he put his finger into a packet of cocaine and tasted it "very good one"
"How can I help you Colonel?"
"Ken, I just came to visit you. To what do I owe such disrespectful welcoming?"
"I am sorry, I hope I can-"
"Now that you mention it there are a couple of things you can do for me" Cortez said "I have a friend, Carlo, He's in a tight spot in jail and he needs lawyer"
"Of course" Ken said hesitantly.
"And also I need to find Tomás Vercetti"
"Why do you need him?"
"He called me. We have business"
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A limousine crashed through the glass of Liberty City Airport landing on top of a couple of tourists.
"About time" George Carrington said recognising the brutality of the acts as classic of Tommy Vercetti.
"Wassup man" CJ greeted from behind the steering wheel. "Hold on" and he resumed his driving with George on the back seat
"Who are you?" George Inquired
"Call me CJ; I'm a friend of Tommy"
"What took you so long?"
"I was…busy"
"How?"
"You ask many questions"
"And you can't answer properly"
"Then ill take you to the answer"
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Claude pressed the last button. St-Marks Bistro blew up. That was the last of an endless list of target hits where the Syndicate operated.
With a nod he dismissed the Vercetti soldiers and moved away walking.
He always made sure orders were completed; he needed the push from killing, a hundred times better than SPANK and a million times better than boomshine. The reason was unimportant, and nothing else worked so well: he had tried car races, bank robberies and many other things. Once with one of his girlfriends who was an absolutely mad woman he felt slightly satisfied but still she proved too boring and too problematic so he had to kill her.
He took out his gun in the middle of the street; he needed to see some blood. Bombing only made fire and ashes. He shot a woman on the knee and was about to kill her when something annoying popped up.
"LCPD! Put the gun down"
Great! He liked killing cops
"I won't repeat it Sir!"
Claude turned slowly and saw a nervous young cop. He realised the important cops were in the Chinatown Battle.
"The gun sir"
Or in the Police Headquarter"
"LCPD! Put that gun down and nothing will happen"
Claude put his gun on the floor with a grim smile.
The Cop jumped on his back, handcuffed him, read his rights and pushed him into the car.
Claude looked at his plaque reflected on the mirror.
Officer James Machowski
Where had he heard that name before?
The ride was silent and the soon arrived at the Police headquarters.
A whole roomful of cops. Cops of all sizes colours and types.
James Machowski pushed Claude through towards an office and threw him in.
"Dad!" he called "Dad I have made my first arrest on an armed suspect!"
"Great Jimmy" An uninterested voice said indifferently from behind the chair as it turned round, but the expression totally changed as he saw the person arrested.
"Jimmy ill take care of this one"
"Dad its my first. I caught him!"
"Get the hell outta here!" the father shouted and Claude recognised him
It was Ray Machowski. He had worked with him and the Yakuza. Claude thought he had escaped to Florida.
"What are you doing here" Ray asked nervously "OK I suppose you could ask the same question… I went down to Vice you see, I ran into affairs with a congressman and started working with him, helped hip at a few tight corners and next thing I know is he becomes President, President Alex Shrub. So he pays me back by cutting the heat on me. Now Im back to Liberty and you just met my son. I discovered him when I came back; it happens that he was produced from a drunken night with a girl at Luigi's many years ago. DNA tests proved me his father and legally I have to take care of him or be sued under Home Abandoning."
Ray sighed. "Come I'll take you out of here for old time's sake"
The sneaked out of his office and down the stairs.
"Machowski is that you going out" echoed a voice from a bog office.
"Yes" Ray answered hiding Claude
"Go down to Chinatown, they need reinforcing."
Claude indicated it would be a good idea from his hiding place.
"All Right. Im on my way." And they filed out
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60…59…58…57
The Battle at Chinatown seemed endless. But the Triads were near their down falls. At one corner Nicolas Forelli and Tommy Vercetti were holding a shootout in between them.
42…41…39
A limousine appeared and George walked out and spotted Tommy. CJ followed and looked amazed at what an old man like Tommy Vercetti could do
28…27…26
Colonel Cortez's Luxurious car arrived and his bodyguard took him out on his wheelchair and moved him to safe distance. Ken Rosenberg climbed out of the car and closed, still a bit dizzy after his night.
18…17…16…15
A police car reached the place. Claude Speed and Ray Machowski exited the vehicle .Ray started saying goodbye and giving Claude a contact phone if he needed him.
10…9…8
Forelli Smiled. His plan was working. He was so happy he didn't even see Antonio lurking around the battle scene
7…6
Tommy kept shooting.
5…4
Forelli was tense and prepared
3…2
Tommy bent behind a car to reload his gun.
1…
Everybody stopped. The blast was so big it tensed everybody's hair and Forelli who was near became deaf for a few seconds.
Claude and CJ ran together towards the place where the bomb had exploded shooting madly.
The Mafia soldiers dispersed and the victorious Triads retreated to cure their pains and injuries.
CJ fell to the floor as he was reminded at the shootout were Sweet had been arrested.
Claude found a piece of burnt green fabric on the floor and picked it up; it was clearly a Hawaiian design shirt and was covered in blood. After all it seemed explosions did produce blood…..
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"…this has been the outcome of the gang battle in Chinatown. Police are investigating the implicates and the casualties, of for example Tommy Vercetti, connected to Vice City Mafia and Liberty City Ex-Convict, who is almost surely dead, his body remains unfound but was most surely burned in an explosion. We will keep informing. Clara Martin. Love Media News.
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( A/N: I hope you are enjoying reading just as much as I enjoy writing. If you have any Ideas for me to include in secondary plot such as mentioning other games/movies or other GTA characters please do leave a review.)
