CHAPTER 7
None of this belongs to me
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Ken Rosenberg woke up after a long sleep which he only managed with the aid of sleep pills. He had just arrived last night from seeing his dear friend Tommy Vercetti blow up in a car bomb. Ken started thinking about the time in Vice City when they both owned the world. Why did he have to break that? It was his fault coming to Liberty which made Tommy eventually come and what killed him; after Tommy had saved his life so many times. Ken owed this to Tommy. With an incredible effort he pulled his body out of his bed and walked to his desk.
He had done this so many times and for so many clients without really feeling much, but Tommy was more than a client, he was his friend. Slowly he took out Tommy Vercetti's last will and testament with the list of people who had to be summoned to the reading of it.
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CJ's worst dreams were haunting him again. At the end someone did die. All the efforts he took, first to establish peace by diplomacy, then to keep away intruders, then to keep Woozie alive but in the end something slipped through his fingers. Tommy's death devastated him. He wished he had never taken the job, but now he was stuck in mud up to his knees and the only way to get out was to sink deeper and come out of the other end. The metaphor didn't make any sense to him but he understood what his mind was trying to picture for him. It was the same old story only this time Tenpenny was not behind controlling everyone.
CJ decided he had given this more than enough thought for the moment and chose it a good time to go and visit Woozie at the hospital.
"Where are you going?" called George Carrington's voice from behind him. The tones were already familiar as they had had a brief introduction and meeting last night before Ray had left "Mute's friend told un to stay here"
Claude made a wave of approval from the kitchen were he was devouring a fried chicken as if nothing had happened.
"I've got stuff to take care of" stated CJ choosing his words
George prepared to argue back but a knock on the door interrupted him. CJ who was nearest to the door moved to open the door as George placed himself on the left of the door holding a revolver and Claude stood at the end of the hall aiming a shotgun at the door. CJ placed his other hand on the handle of his gun behind his back and opened the door.
"Hello sir I have three certified letters- HOLY SHIT! DON'T SHOOT!" The guy at the door yelled spotting Claude with the shotgun. He dropped his mailbag and letters to run away.
CJ reached for the letters while Claude picked up the bag. The letters were addressed to Claude, George and himself. Upon opening his CJ discovered that they were a summoning to Tommy's Funeral and the reading of his will. He gave the others their letters and taking advantage that they were both busy unwrapping packets from the mailman's bag he slipped away out of the door to go and see Woozie.
He picked a random car from the ones parked in front of Luigi's Club and drove up to General Sweeny Hospital.
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"That was the last of them!"
"Wrong. There's more coming. Let's get the hell out!"
Joey Leone and Johnny Big Head fled the room as fast as their legs would carry them. Nicolas Forelli had boycotted the council and sent for the killing of them all. Due to immense luck Joey and Big Head managed to shoot all the soldiers and escape before more came. They ran out into the streets bleeding and with some clothes torn with a few bullets left and nowhere to go. They both wordlessly agreed that they could not go to any of their hideouts because Forelli would surely have checked them out and controlled.
"Where do we go now?" asked Big Head
"Let's go towards Luigi's if it still exists." Joey responded
"I can hear them this way!" called a voice from the inside.
"Shit! Run!" commanded Joey.
Big Head and Joey launched themselves across the pavement seeing no car was coming. The streets were deserted. Joey looked back. Big Head Shouted. Suddenly a car appeared out of nowhere and almost ran over Big Head. Big Head lifted his gun and pointed at the driver.
"In here!" he called Joey and got into the car, Joey followed.
"Move it!" Big Head ordered and the driver pushed the pedal. "That was near Joey!"
"Joey?"
"What? CJ?" Joey exclaimed recognising the driver
"You bastard! You screwed the whole city with that crap last night!"
"I had nothing to do with it. It was Forelli. His acts were never approved"
"Don't apologise" Big Head shouted losing track of events "The gun is pointing at his head not yours!"
"Put it down." Ordered Joey
"What?"
"Put it down"
Big Head obeyed, clearly not understanding what was going on.
"CJ stop somewhere and we will talk about things" Joey said.
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After opening up the last packet George sat back and looked out for CJ. He then realised he must have left when he was busy. He took this as an insult. When he was a kid he saw his dad very little. He lived with his mother in a mansion in Starfish Island in Vice City. George's dad was always away on business, he would go to Liberty City very often and also visited Las Venturas. Whenever it was Christmas or George's Birthday his father usually sent a late call saying he wouldn't be able to come and would send his assistant, a guy called Donald Love. His mother, Theresa, seemed happy when Donald came over but that is another story.
About fifteen years ago, when George was fourteen, his father started to spend more time around Vice City and that is even he taught George everything he knew about business. He taught him where people's weaknesses were and how to negotiate and also that any sign of disrespect should be taken as an insult and not let it go unpunished. A few years after, he took him to the house on the other end of the road to meet Tommy Vercetti. With him George learned how to use weapons and the other aspects of business. Tommy Vercetti became like a second father to George so much that he didn't even realise his father gradually started to go outside for his businesses.
When George was twenty six his father died and all his fortune disappeared. It was through Tommy that he discovered that Donald Love was behind the plot and that it was his fault George was fatherless and penniless.
He continued participating in Tommy's organisation waiting for the time to come to take revenge on Donald Love. Now that it had arrived he ended up in a smelly hideout with a guy who didn't speak and Tommy was dead. Again he had nothing.
George spotted the envelope lying on the table and opened it. It was a summoning to the reading of Tommy's will. It came to him like a ray of hope in all this misery. Something to look forward to. He went to the kitchen to accompany Claude eating a packet of cookies he had obtained from the postman and continue thinking.
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Captain Peter Bedford ended his cigarette and threw the end away.
"I really think we are getting too old for this" Dr. Jean-Michel Leblanc, his colleague, told him
And it was true. But if there was something neither of them could stand was a criminal. Captain Bedford had joined the British army as soon as he was allowed, but he soon got tired of it. It never took him anywhere. That is why he asked to be moved to the Law Enforcement department. Here he quickly rose in the ranks of London Metropolitan police. Bedford detested crime as it existed and despised every perpetrator that existed.
Dr. Leblanc was born in Marseille and demonstrated an interest in patterns of behaviour since he was very little. He soon decided he would be a Psychologist. He became a successful student obtaining his doctorate quite easily; however during his studies he became more and more intrigued by the specific behaviour of criminals, and how they committed acts of crime and never stopped once they had started. This took him to join the French Gendarmerie where he carried out numerous jobs such as interrogator and profiling.
Both men met in a convention of Crime Prevention in Las Venturas where they also got offered a job in the special C.R.A.S.H. unit which was being formed in the state and they accepted.
"We should return" Leblanc said having obtained the first impression of the city.
"Wait" hissed Bedford as he walked towards a source of noise. Leblanc followed him and they took cover.
They saw two people running followed by armed men.
"This is incredible" commented Leblanc
A car drove down the street and almost hit one of them, this one took out a gun and both men got in the car with a gun to the drivers head as he drove.
"Lets follow" Bedford said
"We can't. They're in a car and gone already" Leblanc said
"Then we go for those guys"
Bedford took out his phone and called Captain Harris's office. Then he jumped out and shouted:
"LSP… no…LCPD CRASH unit. FREEZE!"
They started firing at once, and Bedford fired back with Leblanc covering him.
After a few seconds Police cars came and the shooters got arrested.
"First day here and we have a major arrest" Bedford stated to the ears of unhappy Ray Machowski and Captain Harris.
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(A/N: I'm thinking of making a fic on the past of George Carrington or on Leblanc and Bedford. What do you think? Which should I do? Maybe even both? R&R )
