Chapter 8

The Arrival

Tommy was comfortably relaxed as he stretched out in the seat of his private plane. Tommy pressed the service button on the arm of his chair. Seconds later, a beautiful stewardess came from the front of the plane with beverage cart.

"Can I get you anything Mr. Vercetti? Champagne, or perhaps a cocktail?"

"I'd like my cock in your tail" Thought Tommy as he marveled at her appearance.

"I'll take some champagne. Um do you know the approximate time that we will be landing?" Asked Tommy

"Approximately 7 hours time." Said the stewardess as she poured the Champagne from the bottle.

Tommy reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell.

(sniff...sniff) "H...Hello?"

"Ken Rosenberg. Its been a long time pal."

"Who are you? How'd you get this number?"Asked Ken

"Aw come on. You don't know who's voice this is? Its Tommy."

"Tommy?! Tommy! How's it goin? I thought you'd be dead or something. I know I'd never be one to say this but its really good hearing from youHow's things back in Vice?"

"Things are going quite well. Im still the top player in the organization. So how's San Andreas? Have you gotten all the peace and serenity you were searching for when you left?" Asked Tommy

"No. As a matter of fact, things out here are actually worse than you can ever imagine? No different from being in Vice at all."

"Well that's too bad." Maybe my arrival could change some things for you." Said Tommy

"Huh? What's that you said?"

"I said that im coming over to San Andreas. Im flying in a plane right now." Answered Tommy

"What?!" Yelled Ken

"I'll be there in a couple of hours. What I need you to do is to have some transportation waitin for us at the Las Venturas International Airport. Have some limos or something. Said Tommy

"Y-you're..."Mumbled Ken

"It'll be just like the old days. Raise hell and reap the rewards." Said Tommy

"But..."

"I'll see you there buddy." Said Tommy

Hanging up the phone, Tommy once again pressed the service button on the arm rest on his chair. Seconds later, the Beautiful stewardess came back out.

"Is there something that I can do for you Mr. Vercetti?"

"Well...maybe" Said Tommy as he drank from his glass.

Note: Claude has no tongue and he doesn't speak, so if there is anything that is said, its coming from Claude's thought.

Claude ran out the exit terminal of the Los Santos Airport escaping pursuit. Unfortunately his luggage didn't quite make it past the security detectors which put the whole airport on alert and had guards on his tail

Realizing that he lost pursuit, Claude slowed to a halt and stopped at a nearby streetlight. After taking in a few deep breaths, he sat down on the nearest bench. Without his gear, Claude was penniless and unarmed to the violent streets of Los Santos.

Starting over shouldn't be so easy. Thought Claude.

Getting up from his seat, Claude walked to a nearby payphone. Claude had a friend named Steve who had owned his own small pay and spray shop. Looking through the phonebook, he finally came found Steve's shop. He took the phone and dialed the given number.

"Yo this is Steve's Pay and Spray auto shop. How might I help you?" Asked Steve

""

"Hello?" Asked Steve

"..."

"Well whoever you are, Im about to hang up so unless you're a mute I suggest you...wait a minute. Claude?" Asked Steve

Claude let out an audible laugh.

"I knew it man! How's it been? Come on down by the garage! You know where it is! We've got lots of catching up to do. I'll see you there man!" Said Steve

Hanging up the phone, Claude looked around for a way of getting around. He spotted a man walking to his car; a Blista Compact, parked alongside the road. Claude ran towards the man and stunned him with a punch to the face. Picking up the fallen man's keys, he ran into the car, started up the engine and drove off.

"Hey come back here you dumb fuck!!" Screamed the angry ped.

Dan sat alone painting on the tapestry that was stolen from his fallen enemy Terrance. As he painted, he listened to the melodic sounds of classical music from his car radio. He gave the canvas strokes after strokes of the different colors of paint. Then, he pulled out a small jar filled with a dark red.

This paint, was different from the others. It had a thicker texture and unlike the other jars of unscented paint, this one gave off a distinct smell. The strokes of this paint were darker and stood out in color among the other paints for some reason. Maybe because it was Terrance's blood.

Dan stood up and removed a piece of written paper from his bag. His next target's name was Nathaniel Boyd who was another man responsible. Terrance didn't know the exact location of where Nathaniel resided, but he knew the local hang out spots that Nathananiel would normally go to. Nathaniel usually goes to different clubs in Los Santos, and could sometimes be found attending illegal racing hangouts.

Dan knew the location of the various nightclubs that Los Santos had and he knew of the racing tournament that was coming up tomorrow. It would probably be one of these two places that Daniel could be.

"You're next." Said Dan

Claude parked the car in a nearby parking lot in which Steve's auto shop was only walking distance away. Walking all the way to the entrance, He gave a loud knock on the door.

"Hey What's up Claude!!" Said Steve as he opened the door

As Steve let him into the shop, he ran to a mini refrigerator and tossed him a beer.

"So man what are you doing here?"

Claude shrugged.

"Oh okay. Well, things here are goin pretty good I guess. The business is fair so I can't complain. Its chump change compared to what me and you both used to make though. Remember those days? I was the builder of the whip and you were the racer. We'd rake in the winnings almost every time. I haven't been back to doing that stuff since you left for Liberty." Said Steve

The sound of the front door opening could be heard.

"Hey lardass you meal turned out to be 11.75!! that 5 dollars over!" Said a female voice

"Sorry bout that. I guess I had the price wrong." Said Steve

"Yeah right. You knew how much it was. Where you at?"

"In the garage. Come on around

Claude was met with a spiky haired female who wore tight jeans and a small shirt. She sported 2 big tattoos on both arms and had a piercing in her brow. In one of her hands was a bag of food.

"Oh you've got company" Said the woman

"Yeah. Claude this is Lynn. Lynn, this is Claude.Now bring that bag over here." Said Steve

Lynn tossed the bag to Steve and walked over to Claude.

"Steve here has told lots of stories about you and him. Nice to meet you." Said Lynn as she outstretched her hand.

Claude payed no attention to her greeting, but instead focused his attention to her chest area.

"Wanna take a grab at them?" Asked Lynn

Claude immediately looked back up at Lynn and shook her reached hand. Lynn smiled and walked over to Steve who was steady munching on his food.

"You wanted Burger Shot and I wanted Cluckin Bell so keep those hands away from my chicken fatso." Said Lynn

"Fine fine. Here Lynn does the bodywork and detail on the cars while I work with the inside of the cars. She's the only one I know who can spray down a car in under 45 seconds flat." Said Steve

"Damn right. I once had my own body shoppe, but I was forced to sell my building. I kept on losing customers due to the fact that I was located on one of the hottest homicide spots in Los Santos. Steve here tells me that you're a street racer. When's the last time you've had a match?" Asked Lynn

"..."

"You're not much of a talker are you?" Asked Lynn

Steve leaned over to Lynn and whispered something into her ear.

"Ouch. Well if you're interested, there's gonna be a big racing tournament sometime tomorrow in Whetstone. They pay large sums of money to the winners. Wanna enter?" asked Lynn.

Claude shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess ill take that as a yes. I can go and register you right now." Said Lynn

Lynn snatched the bag from Steve, took out a burger, and tossed it over to Claude.

"Here you must be hungry." Said Lynn

"Hey that's mine!" Shouted Steve

"You've got 6 more of them you greedy fatass." Said Lynn

Lynn took her food and went into the office.

"There's a cheap hotel nearby or you're welcome to stay here inside the shop. Me? I stay with Lynn where we do it every night." Said Steve

"Don't get slapped you fat fuck." Yelled Lynn

"So Claude do you still plan on doing hits for money while you're down here as well?" Asked Steve.

"..."

"Welcome doctor. Im glad that you could make it.

"Well it is an honor to be in your presence." Said Doc

"The person that I would like for you to take out is a man named Claude Speed."

Yuka pulled out photographs and mugshot pictures of all the same person.

"This worm used to work for my family until he betrayed us. My aunt Asuka was fooled thinking that Kenji, her brother's death was at the hands of a rival Columbian gang, but some anonymous source has told me otherwise. His actions have gotten both Asuka, and Kenji killed. I want him dead by any means necessary. An airport security camera recently pictured him booking a flight to San Andreas which is the place he would most likely be." Said Yuka.

"San Andreas?" Asked Doc

"Yes. Im asking you to go there to assassinate him. Interest will be included into your pay." Said Yuka

"Understood." Said Doc

"Good. I will supply you with whatever you may need and give you 6,000 dollars to start with. When you're ready to depart, I'll have my men prepare a private jet for you." Said Yuka

"I can do that" Said Doc

"So was escaping much of a problem for you?" Asked Yuka

"C'mon Doc. Its recess time.

"Good I could use a good workout." Said Doc

Doc had his plastic shiv safely concealed under his sleve. the detonator was inside his clutched fist. When the guards came in the door, they chained his hands and escorted him outside his cell. there were 3 prison guards altogether who were with him. Once they were enough walking distance away, Doc pressed the mini detonator clutched in one of his hands. 2 seconds later, there was a loud explosion.

The two guards were the first to react and ran to see what had caused the fire. Before the other guard could follow them, Doc quickly wrapped his chained hands around the guard's neck. The guard tried to yell for help, but Doc had his hands tight around his back firmly squeezing the chain onto his wind pipe.

"Where are your keys?" Asked Doc

The guard let go struggling for the chain and quickly reached in his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Doc let go of him. The guard collapsed to the ground gasping for air. Doc picked up the keys and while running, he freed himself from his restraints. Doc ran for the door that would lead him to the exit out of the prison block. If his memory served him, he would have to go through the visitors room past the main hall in the building.

The alarm buzzed all througout the prison.

"We have a disturbance in cell block A. A prisoner is tryng to escape. Find him and apprehend him" Said the intercom

"Damn that was quick." Said Doc

Doc ran fast through the hallways. A prison employee once mentioned of a employee locker room located somewhere near block A. When he ran around to the next hallway, he was met face to face with a guard.

"Stop! Put your hands down!!" Shouted the guard as he pulled out his billy club.

The guard ran at him with his stick, but Doc easily twisted his arm and grabbed him into a headlock. Doc took his plastic shiv and jabbed it simultaneously into his jugular area. Blood spurted freely from his neck and the guard blacked out. Doc kicked him aside and continued to run. Finally he reached the employees locker room. Once he opened the door. He ran and tried to open up one of the lockers.

" I can't go running around in this if I want a chance to escape." Said Doc

Each locker he tried was locked tight. Doc picked up a small chair and tried to break one open. the locker dented but he found no success to the locker opening. Suddenly, he saw the doorknob turn. Doc quickly hid behind the door as it opened.

"Hrmm? I thought I heard something" Said the prison guard.

Doc slammed the door shut and when the guard turned around, Doc broke the chair onto his head. The guard fell down hard. When he looked up, he saw Doc standing over him with a sharp plastic object in one of his hands.

"Wait. Stop while you can or else." Said the guard

"You're threatening me in the situation you're in?" Asked Doc as he walked closer towards him.

"Stop. Don't do it." Shouted the guard

With one stroke of his shiv, Doc slit his throat.

"No it wasn't a problem at all." Said Doc