3...2...1 Go!
C.J. stood at a booth in the ammunation firing range test shooting a set of weapons. Every shot he fired accurately hit his practice target. He would make sure that he would exterminate Joey and drive away his cartel from San Andreas.
"Nobody fucks with the me." Screamed Carl
While he was shooting, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Carl put down his weapon and answered it.
"Yo." Said C.J.
"Carl, its Woozie."
"What's goin on?" Asked C.J.
"Nothing much. Hey have you heard about that underground race meet coming up tomorrow?" Asked Woozie.
"Yeah. I've heard around. Why?" Asked C.J.
"Well I've heard around that maybe some of Joey's gang may find their way's there. This could be the perfect opportunity to carry out our plan of action against them. We could capture one of his men and interrogate them." Said Woozie.
"Now that sounds like a plan." Said Carl.
Dona sat alone at a table eating an Italian dish at a posh restaurant. She was scheduled to meet the messenger of the employer who sent her on her recently accomplished mission.
A man with a small briefcase in hand walked to and sat at a table right behind her.
"The boss congratulates you on a job well done." Said the messenger
"It's what he payed for. Now I need my end of the bargain." Said Dona
"But of course." Said the messenger as her slided the briefcase over to her side of the table.
"The boss would like you to perform another assignment for him." Said the messenger
"Another assignment?" Asked Dona
"Yes. He would like you to do a double assassination. If you're interested, the information is located inside of the briefcase along with your money. He'll look forward to getting an answer from you soon." Said the messenger.
"Very well. Now go away. I like to eat in peace. Said Dona
Once the messenger was long gone, Dona pushed her plate of food aside and placed the briefcase on top of the table. Flipping up both hatches, she opened it. Inside she found her money stacked in neat rows. On top of the cash was a paper binder.
"Well well. What have we here?" Said Dona as she flipped open the paper binder.
Claude woke up to the strong smell of paint. Stretching up from lying from the couch, he walked into the garage to find Lynn spraying down a vehicle.
"Good morning! I hope you slept well. There's some coffee and doughnuts in the front office!" Said Lynn
Claude walked into the office area to find Steve sitting at the computer playing a with a joystick.
"C'mon you fucker! Shoot! Shoot! Dammit!" Yelled Steve
Steve ejected the disk from the computer and threw it across the room.
"Oh. Didn't see ya come in. So are you ready for the big day today?" Asked Steve
"..."
"I knew you'd be enthused about it. I bet you're wondering what you're gonna drive huh?"
"..."
"Well I've got your answer. Come on around back." Said Steve
Claude followed Steve to the back of the garage. Both stood in front of a vehicle covered in white cloth.
"Check out this baby." Said Steve as he removed the sheet.
"A 1986 classic Sabre Turbo. This baby pushes speed to the limit in a matter of seconds. We've put on off road wheels for the rugged terrain you'll be racing through and we've installed some slammin bumpers onto it. It's handling Is a little difficult, but it makes up for it in speed. We've also added a little nitrous to make it more...efficient." Said Steve
"The original color for this car was red and white, but I changed it to black. Looks way more pro." Said Lynn
"With this baby you'll be guaranteed to win. The race starts at 7:30 pm. So whaddya think? Asked Steve
"..."
"Yeah me too. Leaves ya speechless doesn't it? Well I've gotta go and run some errands and Lynn's gonna head to Red County with your registration form. The keys to the car are on my desk so go ahead and take it for a test drive so you can get a feel for it. I just know we're gonna take home the prize money with this baby right?" Asked Steve
"..."
Dameon stood watching the television along with others in the Inside Track betting shop. He had bid 1 grand on the Yellowtail racer which was lagging behind in last place. Pretty soon Out of nowhere, the Yellowtail racer took the lead and won the race.
"Jackpot." Said Dameon
Dameon walked to the clerk and received his prize payment.
"Congratulations. We hope you come and bet again!" Said the clerk in a annoying perky voice
"Thanks."
Pocketing his enveloped prize money, Dameon left out the betting shop. As he walked to his vehicle parked along the road, his cellphone rang. He looked on the caller Id to see that it was his employer who has yet to have paid him for his trouble.
"You got my cash transferred yet?" Asked Dameon
"Well its good to hear from you too Mr. Dameon" Said his employer
"Well?"
"Change of plans. Due to certain circumstances I need you to retrieve the product for me. Once it is in your possession, bring it to my estate around 9 p.m. and ill have your money waiting for you." Said his employer
"Agreed. But there's one thing you need to know. Im a hitman. Not your delivery boy." Said Dameon as he hung up his cellphone.
9 p.m. Gives me enough time to catch the race tonight.
Hmm... Recent sales in Zaibatsu company products have somewhat dropped in San Andreas' market economy. This doesn't stir too well with me Mr. Richard what do you have to say to this?" Asked the man
"I can explain sir. Its that damn reporter, um Alice Whitley or something. I don't know how she's come across our business activities but somehow she gets pictures, information, or whatever dirt she can find and she spills out everything to the public. People are getting suspicious and the sales decrease is starting to show.
"We've got to keep our activities under wraps. If she interferes, take care of it. Bribe her, blackmail her, or if you have to, kill her. I want no distractions whatsoever with our income of money. The public cannot become more suspicious than what it already is. Your illegal and sloppy social life isn't doing us any better. You're leading me to believe that I am no longer in need of your services." Said The Man
"No sir. I'll take care of it." Said Richard
"Good." The boss turned his chair to a woman in a lab coat.
"So what new experimental drugs do you have to inform me of?" Asked The Man
"Our chemists and scientists back at the lab have synthesized a new drug called V-Drox. When taken, this agent enhances the human body's performance significantly, improves coordination, and stabilizes nerves in the brain. It also reduces fatigue and prolongs endurance." Said the female researcher
"What's the status on this new experiment drug V-Drox?" Asked The Man
"We're still doing extra work onto it. Intensive research has to be applied to lessen the long list of side effects that this drug causes. So far we've seen some excellent results, but with good results, comes bad ones as well. Complete re-synthesizing and extra research with our best scientists and chemists will take up to about a month or two." Said the female researcher
"Have V-Drox fully developed and ready for shipping by the end of the week." Said The Man
"By the end of the week? Sir if I may, there is still much correction and evaluation that needs to be done with this drug. The side effects are just too many. Headache, fever, bleeding, dizziness, paranoia, hallucinations, nausea, hypertension, insomnia, aggressiveness, and those are just the short terms. As it stabilizes nerves, over time it can cause nerves to disrupt with the CNS in the brain and the long term affects are much worse." Said the female researcher
With the drug's status now, the FDC will never approve of it to be released out to the public. Releasing a powerful drug in still in the moderate stages of development is too risky. We went through enough trouble to get Equanox on the market, but I don't know if they'll let us get away with it a second time." Said the female researcher
"You have a job and its not to be an opinion giver. Now if you want to keep your job with its well-paying salary, then I suggest that from here on out you keep your opinions to yourself. Do I find myself clear?" Said The Man
"Understood." Said the female researcher
"Good. Now the both of you are dismissed."
Both people left out the Man's head office.
"Doesn't matter what happens to the people. What matters is the money that comes in fast. No matter how sinister it may seem. Clean gloves hide dirty hands and mine I fear are unwashable. As long as im rich." Said The Man.
Later that day...
C.J. parked his car in an open area of the race meet. The place was filled with lots of people. As he walked through the crowd he spotted one of his friend Dameon.
"What's up Dame?" asked C.J.
"Nothing goin on. Just tryin to enjoy the race. Seeing who I can bet on. You gonna be competing?" asked Dameon
"Naw. I don't think so. Got some shit to take care of while im here."
C.J. spotted Woozie and a few of his men arrive.
"I gotta go so ill catch you later man."
C.J. walked further to the crowd and walked to the area where Woozie and his men were standing. The Red Gecko along with their leader Mitsuko and her bodyguard had made it to the meet as well.
"What's up Woozie?" Said C.J.
"Well you made it. Good. My men along are doing surveillance around the meet as we speak So far, we have no leads. The Red Gecko Tong are here to provide us for any necessary assistance as well. So C.J. while we're here, lets enjoy ourselves. We mustn't let them get to us." Said Woozie
C.J. spotted some pretty girls eying him.
"You know what? I guess you're right. Said C.J.
Claude slowed down and parked his Sabre turbo into the area where the cars were to compete. Walking out, his was immediately met with Steve and Lynn.
"So how was the drive? That baby runs as smooth as ever huh?" Asked Steve
"..."
"Get ready Claude. You've got five minutes until the race starts." Said Lynn.
"You ready dude!" Asked Steve
"..."
Dona zipped up her tight black biker outfit. She double checked her ammo clip that she loaded inside her Mac 10 machine gun. Setting her weapon onto her motorcycle; an NRG-500, she reached into her side pocket and pulled out some small binoculars. Observing from afar, she found the sights on her assigned target. He wasthe competitor who drove the blue Cheetah
"Only two more minutes till race starts." Said Dona.
Will all competitors for the race please line your cars up at the starting line
C.J. stood talking to a cute female until he saw a familiar face with a black Sabre Turbo line their car up at a finish line.
"I swear I know that guy from...son of a muthafuckin BITCH! The mute! The fuckin mute!"
C.J. ran from conversating from the female and went to his parked Super GT.
"Oh I remember that slick move you pulled last time. You won't be getting that prize money. I'll make sure of that." Said C.J.
Starting up his engine, he drove to the racing line and lined his car up right beside Claude. Altogether there were 5 racers. Claude with his Sabre Turbo, C.J. with his red super GT, a female who drove a pink Banshee, a goon who drove a black sentenel, and some man with a blue Cheetah.
A sexy woman walked in front of the cars as they all were lined up and raised her hands high.
"Ready...set...Go!"
As she bought her hands down, all the cars sped past her, blowing up her dress.
The goon in the sentenel, fired up the nitrous at the beginning of the race quickly giving him the lead. Claude followed closely behind while C.J. was dead on side by side with Claude. C.J. made sure that Claude could see him. The goon drove down the road full speed, but Claude rammed his car at an angle causing him to swerve out of first place.
The pink banshee was going extremely fast through the dirt road, but the black sentenel got into her was causing her to slow down and move out the way making her lose her position of third place. C.J. and Claude were so focused on one besting each other, that they didn't realize the blue Cheetah hit the nitrous, blowing right past the both of them.
Dona put on her helmet and fastened the clip around her neck..
"Time to get paid."
Dona fired up her engine and sped down the hill and through the race meet. People scattered away, giving her room through the crowd and past the starting line.
"What the? Since when are bikes allowed?" Asked Lynn
"Did you see that?" Asked Steve
"Yeah. Bike races aren't until next week." Said Lynn
"No its what she was driving. Usually for the rugged and dirty terrain, you preferably should use a dirt bike like a Sanchez or something. She sped through us riding an NRG speed bike. Those tires aren't sufficient enough to go through dirt and mud but, She was driving it perfectly. Now that's a biker." Said Steve
As they all raced down a steep hill, the blue cheetah stayed far in the lead and C.J. gained in on him giving him second place. Due to C.J. knocking into Claude, Claude took third place. The pink banshee was in fourth place and the black sentenel was far behind.
Dona was closing in on all the racers. Catching up with the black sentenel, she pulled her machine gun from her hip holster and aimed.
"Time for a test shot." Said Dona
She fired her gun and blasted, the sentenel's right tire, the sentenel spun wildly out of control and spun to a halt. Dona zoomed past the damaged vehicle.
"Fuck. I was aiming for the windows." Said Dona
Claude gained on C.J. and pretty soon, both were ramming onto each other without anyone taking lead. The blue Cheetah was ahead full speed. When C.J. Tried to ram him again, Claude pushed the gas hard making C.J. miss and swerve out of position a little. Claude removed his attention from C.J. and paid full attention to the car ahead.
Dona was gaining closer and closer to the 3 drivers. The woman in the pink Banshee bailed from her vehicle once Dona's bullets had hit her car door. Dona sped and took a shortcut right through the dirt course. Dona punched the gas faster and drove up a small hill. Her motorcycle launched high in the air.
She landed back into the course and was right behind C.J.
"A motorcycle where the hell did that come from?" Said C.J.
Dona shot and hit C.J.'s tire, but C.J. was driving on run flats which would still allow him to drive without any commotion.
"Bitch! That's probably the mafia Woozie was talking about!" Screamed C.J.
Dona cut ahead of C.J. and was now right behind Claude and her target. Dona fired rapidly, hitting both cars. The blue Cheetah went even faster, but the motorcycle was right behind. Dona continued to shoot at the vehicle, one of her bullets popped its tires causing it to slow down. Dona was aligned right with the car's driver window.
She fired into the glass and the bullets ripped through her target. The car ran out of control and collided hard with into a tree, totaling the car and the person in it.
Claude slowed up behind the motorcycle and pulled a pistol out his glove compartment. He rolled down the window and fired at the biker while still driving. Dona tried to return fire, but Claude skillfully shot the machine gun, grazing her hand and causing her to lose her grip onto it.
"My work is done." Said Dona
Dona turned off of the race course and drove elsewhere. Claude continued on with the race since that only he and C.J. were left.
The Finish line was in sight. Instead of C.J. continuing with the race against Claude, he turned and followed the motorcycle instead. He was going to find out who and why this person shot at him.
Realizing that she had someone behind her, Dona drove onto the highway and swerved through the traffic. Apparently the motorcycle was way faster than C.J.'s Super GT. C.J. Stopped his car, and gave up to the attempted chase. He got out his car and watched as the car speed out of distance.
"Shit. Goddamn it." Said C.J.
Claude drove through the Finish line and skidded the car to a halt. As he walked out the car, everybody surrounded him
"Woo! Oh yeah! We won it just like I thought we would!" Screamed Steve
"Wow. I cannot believe it." Said Lynn
"Can't believe it? C'mon. This is Claude. He's the best of the best." Said Steve
As Claude walked towards Lynn and Steve. A man dressed in a tux with three others stopped him.
"You won first place huh? You must be one hell of a driver. We're from the Sindacco gang and you seem like you're the right kind of guy to be working for people like us. We're talkin about big bucks now. If you're interested, Give us a call."
The man handed Claude a card.
We're lookin forward to hearing from you." Said the gang member as he walked off.
"Check this out Claude!" Said Steve as he showed off the four large stacks of cash that they won.
"10 grand dude! Woo!" Yelled Steve
Lynn walked to the car and examined the work on it with a look of concern.
"There are bullet holes in the paint job. Just what was going on out there?" Asked Lynn
"Doesn't matter now that we're rich!" Yelled Steve
While alongside the road, C.J's phone rang.
"Hey C.J." Said Woozie
"Woozie. I found the one of the people you were talking about, but they got away." Said C.J.
"Oh really? That's too bad. We would have had two then." Said Woozie
"Two? You mean"
"Yes Carl. We've got one. And he'll be squealing like a swine in no time at all." Said Woozie.
Next Chapter: Dameon's arrival for his payment escalates into an all out gunfight between him and his employer along with all of his men. A shipment of Zaibatsu's new experimental drug while being sent to a synthesizing facility gets intercepted and stolen by agroup of yardie gang members, but the Orchids intercept them. C.J. tortures the captured mafia gang member making him spill the beans on any plans that Joey has against him giving the Mountain Cloud Boys the upper hand.