A: N/ So here we go with another chapter to the saga. Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Vice City
Tommy chuckled to himself as he watched the morning news. The latest news was that of the destruction of a casino in Liberty City.
"It's been total chaos down here Maria, fire trucks scrambling to get the fire put out, people running around in a frantic panic trying to find loved ones. It's just a plain mess down here. So far the body-count's thirty five. Not to mention the pieces that were found scattered along the upper level near the helipad. CSI are still investigating how many people the parts belong to." said the reporter.
"It's just utter chaos down here. Police are baffled as to the gravity of the attack due to the nature of the building. The only evidence that we have so far is the tire tracks leading away from the crime scene. Kasuki, the casino owner, was spotted out back of the casino but declined any questions as to what had happened. It seems as though Kasuki might have had something to do with the destruction. Police chief Andrews had this to say."
And with that Tommy turned off the TV.
"Rosenberg, get your ass in here now!" Tommy bellowed over the intercom.
And with that, Rosenberg rushed up the stairs and into Tommy's office, "Yeah, what is it?"
"It worked, it friggen worked! Rosie my boy, we are well on are way to talking LC for the Vercetti Crime-Ring!" said an ecstatic Tommy, "The attack went very smoothly. According to Mario, there was no problem at all. So now we have the funding. All we need is a place to set up and we're in business. Is there any estates available out on Shoreside?"
"Umm, I don't know off hand, Tommy." answered Rosenburg.
"Then look into it, you shmuck! Christ, what the hell do I pay you for?"
And with that Tommy proceeded to call Phil Cassidy who had recently moved to LC a while back.
"Heeeelllooo?" a buzzed Phil answered.
"Hi Phil, remember me?"
"Yes I do, Tommy. Yesh I do."
"Excellent. Remember that favor you promised after you blew your arm off back in '78?" asked Tommy
"Yes."
"Good, I would like to cash in on that favor. In three weeks time I will be heading back to Liberty City to once again reclaim the town for my own. In that time I will give you a call. You are going to supply me with the finest merchandise on the lot."
"Certainly, I'll be waiting. Just tell me where. Is that it?"
"Yes, that's it. Expect to be seeing me sometime soon."
After a little while had gone by, Tommy began to lose his patience with Rosenberg. So, he began walking down the stairs to Rosenberg's office.
"Ken, god damn it, what the hell is taking so long?" he asked.
To his surprise, when Tommy turned the corner to walk into Ken's office, he saw three men in green jersey's and SMGs shooting into Rosenberg's office.
"What the..." Tommy said as he pulled out his .357 magnum.
"ALRIGHT, ENOUGH!" Tommy screamed as he fired into the attacking men.
Tommy emptied 6 shots into the three green jersey men, two going through the closest man's head, two going into the next closest man's chest killing them both, and the last two going into the last man's legs busting the knee cap all to hell.
"Freeze! Move a muscle and I'll blow you the fuck away. Talk and I'll consider getting you help. Ken, get your ass out here." shouted Tommy.
At this point the man in the green jersey was leaning up against the man watching Rosenburg come out of his office slowly. After Ken was successfully out of site, Tommy bent down to the wounded man and said sarcastically, "How the fuck did you miss that?" gesturing towards Rosenburg who has just now pissed himself.
"Whatever, that's beside the point. One, who the fuck are you, two who the fuck sent you?" asked Tommy.
"I ain't telling you shit cracka!" shouted the green clad black man on the floor. And with that Tommy preceded to bend down and empty the python. After he finished emptying the gun, he reloaded one shot from his upper right pocket.
"Now were gonna play a little roulette. You've got five clicks to answer me. Who sent you?" asked Tommy again.
"Fuck you." said the man, mimicking the manner in which Tommy talked. First Click. With that the man preceded to flinch for the impending shot.
"Who-sent-you?" said Tommy sternly.
"I told you fuck off!" shouted the man. Second Click. Again the man flinched, this time more uncontrollably.
"Tell me who sent you and I'll let you go." asked Tommy, repeating the question.
"Fuck off and I'll let myself go." came the man's retort. Third and forth click.
"Uh – oh. Time's running out. You got two shots left. Either the bullet comes out now and ends it quickly or your stuck sitting there shitting yourself." said Tommy
"Well I guess that leaves me no choice. I guess I'll just have to say….FUCK YOU!" screamed the man. With that Tommy put the barrel of the gun to the man's head. Fifth Click.
"Ahhhh, alright. Alright. I'll tell you. I got family at home man. Just please don't kill Me." begged the man.
"Then fucking talk and you'll see em again…." Tommy trailed off.
"Grove Street Families in Los Santos. That's who sent us. We got a direct order to take both you guys out. My names Sean Johnson, but everybody calls me "sweet". said Sweet, almost crying.
"Like I give a fuck what your name is. Stay here, not like you're going anywhere." said Tommy as he walks off.
About ten minutes later he returns with a wheelchair and brings the man outside. Then he proceeds to let the wheelchair roll into the water. Only Tommy forgot his boat was down there with the keys in it. Upon realizing this, Tommy sprinted to the end of the pier only to see his little beauty being taken off into the sunset.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" shouted Tommy.
NEXT CHAPTER: SAN ANDREAS
A: N Sorry for the wait, this chapter took a couple of tries. Well. Read and Review Folks!
