Chapter 5
Personal Vendetta
(Part 1)
Carl followed behind Kendl and Caesar as they walked her to the airport terminal that would send her on a first class flight out of San Andreas. Carl didn't want to see Kendl leave like this, but it was for her safety. Before Kendl went down the hall that would lead her to her plane, she gave Caesar a goodbye kiss and then walked to C.J.
"C.J. be careful." Said Kendl
"I will. Call me when you arrive in Carcer City alright sis?"
Carl could see the tears welling up in his sister's eyes. Kendl put on her shades to hide it.
"Bye...Carl."
Kendl, gave her ticket to the clerk and walked down the hallway to her plane.
Upon leaving the airport, Carl's cell phone rang.
"Yo." Said Carl
"Hello Carl? Its Woozie. I've done some thinking and I think its time that we decide on a perfect plan of action against our opponents."
"About time. What'chu got in mind?" Asked Carl
"I've called for a meeting with our allies tonight at our headquarters in Chinatown. Be here at 10 p.m." Said Woozie
"I'll be there." Said Carl
"Ok ill see..I mean ill hear from you then."Said Woozie.
Carl went to his car and drove out the airport parking lot.
Dan sat behind the wheel for hours driving to Los Santos. Endless visions of Sylvia tormented him and left him with a painful longing, but at the same time, it filled him full of rage and hatred. Those men responsible for the shooting took all of what he loved away from him. He would surely get retribution for their actions. With the help of painkillers and a few swigs of vodka, he wasn't getting too much trouble from his wounds.
After another hour, the city of Los Santos was finally in sight. His quest would start with Terrance and it would end when all their blood was spilt and not a drop spared.
Carl stood alone in the graveyard where his brother Sean (a.k.a sweet) was laid to rest.
"Well big bro, I'd never thought that I would see a day like this. If I would have been there sooner, you would still be here. Its hard living without you. You always looked out for us when we was growin up. I ran away when mom and Little Brian died. Im not runnin away this time. The people who shot you are gonna pay dearly." Said Carl as he rubbed against his brothers tombstone.
Carl's cell phone started to ring.
"Hello?"
"Well well if it ain't Carl Johnson?" Said an unknown voice
"Do I know you?" Asked Carl
"You know me. Its your old pal Joey Leone." Said Joey
"Motherfucker! You killed my goddamn brother you asshole!" Screamed carl
"I heard. How's it feel having another family member killed C.J." Asked Joey.
"When I find you, you're gonna wished you never fucked with Carl Johnson." Said Carl
"Don't worry. You'll be joining your brother pretty soon. You and the rest of your family. I've already put a number out on your head.." Said Joey
"Bring em! I ain't never gonna back down. Get ready to join your father you stupid fuck." Said Carl
"I hate cemeteries. Being there always seems to creep me out. Something to do with the dead." Joey hung up.
Carl immediately drew his pistol and scanned around the graveyard. Slowly he turned to walk towards the gates. Then all of the sudden, gunshots came from nowhere. Carl quickly jumped and ducked behind one of the large tombstones. Bullets were pecking at the marble where he crouched behind.
Carl peeked from behind the tombstone too see if he could spot the shooter. There was no one at the cemetery but him.
"Where the fuck!" Screamed C.J.
Carl looked a second time. There were large trees, and there were nearby buildings. Carl knew that whoever the shooters were, they were good at hiding, but were shitty snipers.
"Shit. No way im stayin here like a sitting duck." Thought Carl
After a countdown of 3 seconds, Carl dashed from his hiding place and ran for the gates. He could hear the whistling sound of the bullets closing in on him. Running out of the cemetery, Carl jumped into the window of his car, Started up the engine, and sped out of sight.
Every five seconds, Carl looked through his rear view mirror to see if he was being followed. Pushing the accelerator, He sped down the highway. Carl was in a dangerous situation, but still he remained cool. He promised revenge and nothing would stop him from getting it.
Dan was finally in the city of San Fierro. He took refuge in an old abandoned warehouse at least two miles away from the apartment building that Terrance lived in. There, he prepared. He put on the leather shoulder holster, and armed himself with a glock 8 and his 9mm. 2 clips for each gun were placed into his coat pockets. Fully armed, Dan finally left the warehouse and drove to the apartment complex.
Within meters away from the building, Dan could see a minivan parked along the side of the road. Driving past it he could two men, One was holding binoculars and the other one was asleep on the wheel. It was a police stakeout. Apparently the authorities were trying to pend any kind of evidence whatsoever against Terrance Weathers who was believed to be involved in the shooting.
Instead of taking the main entrance, Dan drove around the rear of the building where the fire escape of the apartment was located. Before exiting his vehicle, the sharp pain in his chest started again.
"Not this. Not now." Thought Dan
His head slammed into the steering wheel as he clutched his chest. The pain was less intense from what it used to be, but it still hurt like hell. Like needles knitting into his flesh. Dan took his medicine bottle and chased down what was left of painkillers. After a minute or two of recuperating Dan got out of his vehicle and walked towards the back of the building.
Pulling down the ladder that provided access to the fire escape, Dan climbed up and walked up the stairs to Terrance's window of his apartment. His was supposed to the second highest one up. As he walked up closer and closer towards the window, he marveled at the ideas of what he would do to Terrance. His murderous intentions for some reason, eased the pain of his sorrow.
Finally reaching Terrance's window, Dan carefully opened it and sneaked inside. The window led inside the kitchen. Dan pulled his 9mm out of his holster and quietly crept around. The lights were out all throughout the place and it was quiet. As he walked around the apartment he noticed a wide painting canvas with the picture of a naked red-orange haired woman with the initials "Suxx" on a stand. Next to it was a stool and a table with jars of paint.
"Hmm. The man's an artist." Said Dan.
Dan walked into the hallway where the bedrooms were. He could hear the continuous sounds of a bed rocking followed with moans and grunts behind a closed door. Dan gently pushed open the door halfway to see Terrance and a woman getting romantically involved with each other. Then Dan opened up the door completely, and flicked on the light switch next to the door.
The both of them immediately stopped Apparently startled by the unknown mans appearance.
"Hey! How the fuck did you get in here?" Shouted Terrance
Dan took his gun from behind his back and showed it for the both of them to see. He Aimed his gun at the woman, and motioned her to leave. She immediately jumped out of bed, gathered her belongings, and ran out the room and out the front door.
"Who are you and what the fuck do you want?" Yelled Terrance
"Im seeking retribution and I hear you're one of the people to give it to me." Said Dan
"Retribution? I never graduated from high school so you're gonna have to come to me in simpler terms." Said Terrance
Dan cocked the hammer of his .45
"Fine. I want you dead Mr Terrance." Said Dan
"Dead? Naw I don't think I can help ya."
Suddenly, Terrance whipped out a pistol from under his sheets and fired. In a quick movement, Dan ducked and shot at the lights above Terrance's head. Darkness fell over the bedroom in an instant. Terrance fired two more shots, flash from his gun showed no image of his target.
"Not in the room anymore, but im still close by!" Shouted Dan
"Aww come on don't you want your retribution?" Asked Terrance
"Don't worry. I'll still get it!" Answered Dan
Terrance slowly walked out the bedroom with his pistol carefully aimed into the darkness.
"You know, if I would have never had a couple of drinks earlier, your ass would have been morgue meat by now." Said Terrance
Dan answered by firing a couple of rounds in the area where he heard Terrance' voice. One of the bullets grazed Terrance's face.
"Damn!" Shouted Terrance as he wiped the blood from his cheek.
"You know, if my eyes would have adjusted a little bit more to the dark, your ass would have been the morgue meat." Said Dan
Terrance shot wildly around the area. Dan leapt across the kitchen counter and ducked from the random shots. Food, glass, and everything else scattered everywhere across the floor.
"One question. Why do you want to kill me?" Asked Terrance
"A couple of weeks ago, there was a huge shootout in Las Venturas. Countless lives were lost. Me and my wife who was expecting a baby were one of the victims in that shootout. She didn't make it and im here to tell the story. I hear that you played a big part in it. Im not here seeking revenge just for all the lives you stole, Im here to seek revenge for for the life youtook from me, my wife, and my unborn child." Said Dan
"I remember that. That day was grand.To see the bodies falling like dominoes to my bullets was exhilarating for me and my comrades. That's the thing I love about killing. Easy, Simple, and a hellvua lot of fun!" Shouted Terrance.
Dan pulled out his Glock pistol and fired both guns simultaneously into the darkness. Emptying out both clips, he ducked back down and reloaded each gun. There was no sound at all. Dan slowly got up, and turned on the lights to the kitchen. He couldn't see Terrance, but there was a big trail of blood that led to the living room with the painting.
Following the trail of blood, he found Terrance kneeling down, clutching his side. Once Terrance saw Dan he pointed his gun and pulled the trigger, but nothing came but an empty click.
"Well. Looks like we have reached the climax of our duel." Said Dan
Terrance dropped his gun and held his hand up.
"Wait. Don't shoot me please man." Begged Terrance.
Dan took a chair, grabbed a pen and paper and sat in front of Terrance
"The only reason that im not pulling the trigger right now is because I want some information. I want to know everything about your so called comrades who aided you in the shooting. I want names, and I want locations. The next thing I want to know is who is the employer that sent you to do what you did." Said Dan
Dan sat for hours listening and writing down all the information that Terrance spilled out. He learned that each of the men along with Terrance were hitmen paid to perform the shootout. He gotten every single one of their names, and where they were located. He learned that their employer was named Joey Leone who's an extremely powerful crime boss who's the head of the infamous Leone family Cartel. He had also got some extra info. Future assignments that were planned, and extra work that was needed by his employer, Joey Leone.
"That's all I know. I've told you everything" Said Terrance.
Walking to the table with the jars of paint, Dan grabbed an empty jar
"Catch."
Dan tossed the jar to Terrance who caught it with his right hand.
"What's this for?" Asked Terrance
"Hold up your left hand." Said Dan
AsTerrance held his left hand out high, Dan took his pistol and fired, blowing two of his fingers off. Terrance screamed in pain
"Now stick your fingers into the Jar." Said Dan.
Putting his severed fingers in the glass, the jar quickly filled up with blood.
"Now that you've given me all that I need to know, I have no more use for you. Take your fingers out the jar and place it on the floor." Said Dan
"What are you going to do to me now?" Asked Terrance
"Im going to use you as a message. A message all of them letting them know that they are all going to suffer for their actions." Said Dan
"What do you need me to do?" Asked Terrance.
"Nothing at all. Your rotting carcass will be enough." Said Dan