WCTR News
Good evening this is Lianne Forget here with the latest scoop on what's been happening in San Andreas.
An illegal street racing tournament ended with horrible results as a competer participating in the event was murdered. The competer whose name is yet to be revealed was killed when his vehicle, a blue cheetah collided forcefully into a tree. Moments later, the car caught flame and exploded severely burning the victims body. Forensics say that when they recovered the body from the car, they had identified bullet wounds indicating that while racing, he was shot which caused the crash. People were apprehended and brought in for questioning, but as of now authorities have no leads whatsoever.
An armored truck containing a shipment of Zaibatsu's newly manufactured drug which was to hit the market this coming week, was attacked. One of the DBP officers was shot and killed while the other officer quickly fled from his vehicle and escaped danger. The survivor, Peter Jennings was able to comment with reporters on what happened.
"Well me and my partner were heading through Los Santos and we were tailing it pretty fast just to get up out of that part of town because of how bad it is. Well just as I was about to turn from intersection, all of the sudden I was hit by a car. We were spinning and when we stopped, we could see gang members running at us armed with guns. My pal Louie instantly jumped out of the car with his gun but they gunned him down. I tried to help him, but after they killed Louie, they were coming straight for the car. I tried to drive away, but the car got rammed again! I was blocked in and couldn't move so I just opened up the door and started running." Said Peter
Because of this incident CEO of Zaibatsu Pharmaceuticals, Richard Kestner pushes back shipping dates of their newly manufactured drug which was supposed to hit the store shelves early this month.
To top things off, San Andreas has been officially nominated along with Liberty city, Vice City, and Carcer city to being the worst place to be in America. The mayor has addressed this as being quote, "A crock full of shit." unquote.
That's all we have for today. This is Lianne Forget on WCTR news. Stay strapped people Its getting crazier out there.
Dan was crouched behind a trash dump at a truck stop gas station. Carefully, he watched Nathaniel steer his vehicle into the driveway of the abandoned warehouse where he was called to meet with his comrades. Once Nathaniel got out of his car, he walked to the rusty entrance door and knocked twice. The door slowly opened and he walked in.
Dan got out of his hiding place and walked around the warehouse building. There were two men who were patrolling around the area and to the rear of the building was a ladder which led all the way to the top of the warehouse. Dan jumped over the fence and stealthily hugged the wall on the side of the building. Peeking around the corner, He found one of the guards standing by the ladder, taking a long drag of a cigarette.
Dan picked up a small pebble and tossed at the metal fence in front of him.
"Eh?"
The guard discarded his cigarette and walked to the area where he heard the sound from. He looked and saw nothing.
"Probably just a rat or somethin."
Dan picked up a rusty metal bar on the ground and knocked it across the back of the guard's head. The guard instantly collapsed onto the ground. Dan hit him a couple of more times and then climbed up the ladder all the way to the top.
"Damn" Said Dan wincing at the pain from his shoulder.
On the top of the building was a an extremely dusted overhead window. Dan Quietly opened the hatch to a section of the glass. Down below, were a group of men standing behind one side of a large table and a woman standing on the opposite side. On the table were photographs boxcars with Zip logos and a map of San Andreas. There were also blueprints of what looked like a casino.
"Nathaniel. You're late." Said one of the men.
"Aw calm down Cade. So I had a couple of drinks along the way. So What?"
"Excuse me gentlemen, but can we please hold all unnecessary small talk until the briefing is over? Im sure that all of us have other matters to attend to." Said the mysterious woman
"Understood." Said Cade
"yeah. C'mon with the details." Said Nathaniel
" There will be four company vehicles that Mr Leone will need to be driven to the Four Dragons casino. Each Truck is rigged with explosives. Once, you've reached the destination, the trucks will need to be parked around the building in a certain order so that the end result can be cataclysmic.Once you've arrived at the location, you'll have approximately 15 seconds to retreat from the vehicle before it explodes." Said The mysterious woman
"We wont have a switch or something to prime the bomb ourselves?" Asked Cade
"No. So that this assignment is performed in the most efficient way, each vehicle will be outfitted with a G.P.S. system through which I will be monitoring through a computer screen. Once the vehicles are placed in the correct order surrounding the building, or if anything goes awry, I will activate the switch to arm the bomb." Said the Mysterious Woman
"Interesting." Said Cade
"Interesting? That's suicide! What if we're still inside the damned vehicle!" Said Nathaniel
"Then you'd better hightail it. It's what you're paid for right? Suicide jobs should be your forte." Said the mysterious woman
"How much is Mr. Leone willing to pay for our trouble?" Asked Cade
"100 grand up front. Also if any of you is interested in an extra assignment, Mr Leone is willing to pay an extra 100 grand for the death of this man." Said the Mysterious Woman
Reaching into a briefcase, the woman pulled out mugshot picture of an C.J.
"This man's name is Carl Johnson. He is highly armed and extremely dangerous and is known to have many accomplices. He can be found regularly around near Doherty and Kings in San Fierro, or in Los Santos near Grove Street which is his hometown. Now for the death of THIS man.."
The woman reached in her briefcase and pulled out another picture and this was a mugshot of Claude
"Leone is willing to pay double of what he wants for Mr. Johnson's head for him. He goes by the name Claude Speed. He has proven to be extremely lethal. Every assassin to date that Mr. Leone has sent on him has failed. Other than the knowledge of him arriving by plane in San Andreas, his current whereabouts are unknown. Its up to you to bend to the ground and sniff for him." Said the Mysterious Woman
"If any of you need a copy of what you've seen, I've prepared duplicates. Study them well." Said the mysterious woman as she pulled out manila folders and placed them onto the table.
"Well gentlemen it seems that our briefing has come to a close, so as of now you are dismissed." Said Mysterious Woman
After the woman departed from the warehouse and into the backseat of a limo, all of the men left out the building except for Nathaniel and Cade.
"C'mon bud lets head over to the pub a grab a drink." Said Nathaniel
"I don't deal with alcohol. Have you heard from Andres lately?" Asked Cade
"No. The last time I talked to him, he said he was quitting the business. He went on and on jabbering about the path of the righteous man and some other bullshit." Said Nathaniel
"That's too bad. He made a good teammate. Ever wonder who exactly did that to Terrance?" Asked Cade
"Who knows? That guy had an ever growing list of enemies. Could have been anyone." Said Nathaniel.
"Didn't you say that there was a shootout at the Ahamba when you were there?" Asked Cade
"Are you nervous about somethin? Man you have got to learn to chill. You're making it sound as if someone is after us or something." Said Nathaniel
"You may be right. I'll keep in touch." Said Cade as he walked to his vehicle
"Later man."
Nathaniel picked up the last folder from the table, but before he turned to leave, he heard something hit the floor and make a beeping noise. Turning around and looking for what made the noise, he found his cellphone lying on the ground.
"Eh? I could have sworn that I dropped this somewhere else, how the hell did it end up here?" Said Nathaniel
Picking it up, he looked to see that his phone had a new text message on it. Pressing a button on his phone, he opened up the message which read, "Look up."
"What the? Look up?"
The minute he looked up at the ceiling, Dan came crashing down through the window firing his gun. Nathaniel quickly retreated backwards towards the exit of warehouse, drawing his pistol. The second Dan landed on the ground, he rolled behind a corner and hid from Nathaniel's returning gunfire. Dan's hiding gave Nathaniel enough time to exit out the warehouse door, but Dan quickly followed after him.
Nathaniel slid across the hood of his parked car and hurriedly tried to open his car door. Dan ran towards Nathaniel's car, firing his gun round after round. Once Dan emptied his gun out and tried to reload, Nathaniel jumped into his car seat and quickly pulled the car into reverse. Dan reloaded and tried to fire at Nathaniel once again, but Nathaniel pulled out and sped off.
Dan let out a sigh of annoyance now that his target had retreated from him a second time. Dan walked back into the warehouse for anything useful and came across some papers scattered across the floor. Picking them up and looking at them, he found that they were the briefing mission duplicates.
"This may be useful" Said Dan.
Dona woke up to find herself held in an upright position, constrained to some sort of mechanism. Standing in front of her was her target wrapped in arms with one of his female assistants. His expression gave a wicked grin of satisfaction.
"Welcome. I don't believe that we have been formally introduced. My name is..."
"Im well informed of who you are. And my reasons for meeting you are strictly for business purposes." Said Dona
"Are you comfortable?" asked Xiao
"Quite." Said Dona
"What you're fastened in is an torture device called the Dragon's Tail. It was designed for a technique of torture used in Ancient China. It was especially used for interrogation and forced extractions of information. Among one of the many antiquities that I just had to collect. Quite a fascinating piece it is. As the crank beside you gets turned, you start to feel a slight tightening around your diaphragm. Then, comes the pressure to your chest area. As the wheel gets turned, the pressure becomes more and more intense. The more you struggle, the more damage will occur. If the wheel is turned further enough, your whole chest plate and ribs along with it, will crush. Quite marvelous isn't it?" Asked Xiao
"Charming" Said Dona
Xiao's female assistant moved from her masters side and went to the wheel that stood next to where Dona was. Dona tried to move her head, but she was strapped tight to where she couldn't move at all.
"I only have one question. Who hired you to assassinate me?" Asked Xiao.
Dona gave no answer with a stoneface, expressionless look.
Xiao smiled and nodded his head to his assistant. With the signal, the geisha gave a slow turn of the wheel. Almost instantly, Dona could feel a slight squeeze in her stomach.
"Shall we go again, or do you want to give me an answer?" asked Xiao
Dona still gave no answer and with that, the geisha gave a slower, and longer turn of the wheel. The pressure on Dona's chest and stomach grew more and more intense. Dona tried to breathe in, but found it a struggle to take air into her lungs. Every turn bought more pressure. More pressure bought shorter breaths, and shorter breaths made the pain worse.
"It pains me to see such a beautiful woman being put in such agony. Tell me now to relieve yourself of a slow death to that you can replace it with the reward of a swift one." Said Xiao
"Trust me. I've had more kinkier treatment than this." Said Dona in a struggling tone.
With that, was another turn of the wheel. The pain grew intense and Dona began to struggle for air. Then, Dona heard a slight crack in her chest area.
"Fuck this." Thought Dona
As the geisha turned the wheel, Dona bit hard on her inside lip. Grinding her teeth into her flesh caused a slight amount of blood to seep out of her bite mark, and with that, she spat making it look as if the pressure was causing her to bleed internally.
"You certainly are a frail woman. Hurry and save yourself by telling me!" Said Xiao
With another twist of the wheel, Dona shut her eyes and went limp. Xiao motioned his assistant to release her. The geisha went behind the mechanism and turned a handle which automatically released all of her restraints. Dona fell and hit the floor hard. She immediately wanted to take a deep breath in, but doing that would compromise the bluff that she was dead..
"She's useless to me now. Get rid of her." Said Xiao
As Xiao walked out of the room, one of his men entered inside. The guard walked over and bent down towards Dona's body. As he tried to grab and pick her up, Dona kicked out under his legs causing him to fall. Once he hit the ground, Dona stunned him with a hard thrust kick. Then she quickly stood up to face Xiao's assistant standing near her.
The geisha quickly pulled out a sharp tanto hidden in the obi of her kimono and ran at Dona swinging the blade. Dona defended herself by ducking and dodging her knife attacks. She finally managed to grab hold of her wrist, but the geisha hit her with an elbow strike to her chest. As Dona stumbled backwards, the geisha twirled the blade of the knife into her fingertips and flung it in Dona's direction.
Dona barely missed the blade sailing at her face by jumping onto the floor. While on the floor she noticed the pistol stuck inside the fallen guards pants. Pulling the gun out, Dona turned up at the geisha and fired off a couple of shots into her. After killing her adversary, Dona stood back up, walked to the wall, and pulled the embedded tanto out. Then, Dona turned and headed for the door shooting the guard on her way out.
Xiao sat alone in his office practicing Kanji art. As he painted, he heard the doorknob turn and the office door open. Seconds later, he felt a slender hand rub across his shoulder and then gently rub across his face.
"I take it that she has been taken care of?" Asked Xiao
All of the sudden, a knife impaled Xiao's drawing hand, pinning it to the wooden table. Xiao screamed out in pain. Slowly turning his head around he look in sheer shock and disbelief to find the same female assassin believed to have had killed. Dona aimed her pistol at his head and after a slight wink of her eye, Dona fired a bullet into Xiao's skull.
Claude exited his vehicle and walked towards the entrance of the meat factory where he was scheduled to arrive. After a few knocks on the door, a small section slid open showing someone's face.
"Who the hell are you?" Asked the man behind the door.
Claude held up a card given to the people he met at the race.
"Oh I see. We've been expecting you. Come on inside." Said the doorman
The man opened the door and let Claude inside.
"We've been looking around for some new muscle lately. Looks like they think you may be the man for the job." Said the doorman
The doorman escorted Claude to a door labeled " Slaughter room." Turning the knob and opening the door, the doorman motioned for Claude to enter. Once Claude stepped inside, he heard the clicking of metal. Claude turned his head to see two men standing on either side of him. One had a gun pointed directly at his face.
"Sorry pal. Security precautions." Said one of the men
One guard searched him to find a .45 hidden in his jacket pocket.
"Oh I see you are packing eh? Don't worry. You'll get this back on your way out. Hey Uncle Tim! The new guy's here!" Shouted one of the guards.
A tall man wearing shades along with a blood stained apron and black gloves walked from out a room.
"Welcome. So you're the one that some of the guys been talking about? I hear that you've got some driving talent. Well I would like to see that." Said Uncle Tim
Tim removed his apron and his gloves and adjusted his tie.
"There's a grand opened at a new mafia run restaurant near Pilgrim called Donatelli's Bistro. I want you to drive me and a couple of my boys there alright?" Asked Tim
"..."
"Alright then. Go head back outside and we'll prepare a four door vehicle for you to drive." Said Tim
Walking out of the building, Claude stood next to his vehicle and waited. Moments later, a meat van had pulled up from around the rear of the building. The driver exited the vehicle and entered in the back seat. As Claude entered the drivers side of the car, Tim exited out of he building and walked into the passenger side of the car.
"Just drive us to the destination and we'll handle the rest." Said Tim
Upon driving out onto the main road, Claude watched as Tim turned the radio to the classical Double Cleff station. Opera was the kind of music that Claude hated the most. Through the whole drive, Claude was doomed to listen to Tim's terrible mimicry of the Operatic songs that were played.
The destination of the restaurant was finally in sight. Claude slowed the car to a halt allowing Tim and his men to exit out the vehicle. The sound of Mp5, and AK's being loaded could be heard in the back of the van, but it was Uncle Tim's weapon that caught Claude's eye. The pistol he pulled out was huge.
Beautiful gun aint it? This little number right here, is a Hammerli 280. One shot from this thing send a person flyin. They don't make em like these anymore. Pull over the side of the road and wait. Once you hear the fireworks, then you come and drive back over here near the entrance got it?" Asked Tim
"..."
"Good." Said Tim
Once Tim and his men got out the car, Claude drove over to the side of the road and waited. Only after 3 minutes of waiting, loud gunshots could be heard. He could see Tim and only two of his men quickly retreating back to the van.
"Dammit. They were waiting for us! Come on errand boy and floor it out of here! I don't think that they are done with us yet!" Said Tim
Right then, 2 black Sentenels pulled out from the parking lot of the restaurant. Even though the van was a good distance away, both mafia vehicles were coming in fast. Once one fo the cars was right on the tail of the meat van, An assailant stood through the car window with an uzi. He fired rapidly at the rear of the car and at its tires.
Tim ordered one of the men in the back to hand him an AK. Once one was handed to him, Tim stood up out the passenger window and returned fire to the Mafia Sentinel. Claude quickly drove off the main road and into a narrow alleyway. Tim successfully hit both the driver and the passenger gunman causing the car to skid to a halt. Claude sped out the alleyway and onto the main road only to find the other Mafia Sentinel waiting for him.
The car aligned itself right with the meat van and began ramming it.
"Fuck. Im dry." Said Tim
Thinking quickly, Claude snatched up Tim's Hammerli pistol off of the dash board and fired into the side window of the Sentinel. The Hammerli's bullets left a huge hole in the driver's forehead. The Sentinel veered off the road and into the grass.
"Good work! Now drive us back to the factory." Said Tim
Claude floored the gas pedal and quickly veered through traffic and back to the factory. Uncle Tim and all of his men walked out of the van.
"You did good kid. Real good. You've proven us that you've got some real talent. We'll call you again when we've got some more work for you." Said Tim
Right when Tim started to head back to the factory, he remembered something and walked back towards Claude.
"I forgot that you have my gun." Said Tim
Claude slowly handed him the large gun that was still clutched tightly in his hands.
"Thanks. Remember the call." Said Tim
As one of the men drove the meat van back to the rear of the building, Claude walked back to his vehicle and drove off.
Briefcase in hand, Cassandra walked the streets of Los Santos. Her slender body was hidden by a heavy trenchcoat she was wearing for warmth against the cool night air. Walking past an Ammunation gunshop, Cassandra headed inside the doorway of a pawn shop located next door. The bells located on top of the door jingled as she entered inside.
A chubby, half bald man scurried from a room out the back of the pawn store and to the clerk's desk.
"Hiya Cassandra. How's it been goin babe?" Asked the owner
"Hello Mr. Walt. Do you have my things prepared for me?" Asked Cassandra
"Of course. Come with me around back.
Cassandra followed Walt into a room that was filled with objects along the walls and on the floor combined with junk and devices that he tinkered with. He walked and sat down at his desk that was stuffed with papers stacked high.
"Lets see. I've prepared all of your equipment that consists of..."
Walter sprawled all of the papers on his desk onto the floor. Picking up the correct piece of paper he was looking for, he pulled some reading glasses out of his pocket and read what was inscribed onto the crumbled up white sheet.
"A pry rod, a fiber optic borescope, a miniature oxy-acetylene torch, a few cubes of some PETN, and the repair of the rotary rod of your mini drill." Said Walt
"Why thank you so much Walt. Here's your payment as promised." Said Cassandra handing him an envelope.
Cassandra received all of her items and placed them inside of the hidden compartment of her briefcase. As she snapped the briefcase shut, the ring tone of a song was heard from her cell. Taking her phone out of her coat pocket, she pressed the button and answered it.
"Yes?"
"Cass. It's done. Preparations are set for you to come in." Said someone from the other line.
"Good. Im on my way." Said Cassandra
"There are also some V.I.P. passes in there whenever you come around to the club and visit." Said Cassandra walking out of the door.
"Thanks babe! Come back if you ever need anything!" Said Walt
Dameon sat alone at a table of a bakery eating biscotti cookies along with a cup of hot tea. A few blocks from where he was, was a luxury apartment complex his next assigned client, Wilbren Bates lived. Once his watch hit 8p.m., he packed up the rest of his food to go, and walked out of the bakery and into his car.
Walking up the stairs to the room door that her next heist victim was in, Cassandra was immediately let in by a female dressed in a skimpy nurse outfit complete with a hat.
"Rose Is our robbery victim taken care of?" Asked Cassandra
"Yes. He's bound, and tranquilized. You shouldn't be getting any trouble whatsoever from him." Said Rose, pulling out a syringe for Cassandra to see.
"Good." Said Cassandra
" The safe's in the guest room behind the huge painting I constructed a graph of the type of safe he's got and where the possible access points are located." Said Rose
"Thanks. I can do the rest from here. The rendezvous point will be at the Tea Green Bottle a half mile from here." Said Cassandra
"Alright." Said Rose
Rose handed her the graph that was written on a piece of rolled up paper and headed out the door, closing it shut behind her.
Cassandra removed her large trenchcoat, dropping it to the floor. Searching throughout the room, she found the heist victim lying in bed sound asleep from the knockout drugs administered to him, and each of his hands and legs cuffed to a bedpost. Cassandra bent down and wiggled his toe, and there was no response from him whatsoever.
"Good. Now its time to get cracking."
Walking in the guest bedroom, Cassandra removed the painting and examined the type of safe that she had to extract.
"A Tubby type lock? Dammit." whispered Cassandra through her teeth.
Opening her briefcase, Cassandra pulled out a black gloves along with a black marker. Reading her graph correctly, Cassandra marked the access points of the safe that were written on the graph and devised of a plan she would use to enter inside the safe.
Reaching back into the briefcase, Cassandra pulled out her miniature drill and drilled a hole through one of the access points located above the main lock at an angle. After several minutes of drilling deeper and deeper into the allocated spot. Cassandra then pulled out her optic borescope and slid it down the drill hole. Through her borescope, she could see the wheel pack behind the dial of the combination lock.
After drilling a few small holes into the other marked points on the safe, Cassandra pulled out some small cubes of PETN and molded it into each hole. After setting a charge to each one, Cassandra walked out the room and closed the door.
After a small blast, Cassandra walked the room to find the safe door, barely hanging off its hinges making it easily accessible for the precious contents that lay inside.
"Sweet success." Said Cassandra
Dameon parked his car in the complex's parking lot and walked into the entrance of the Apartment building. Once inside, he scrolled the name list on the wall giving the names of residents of the apartment and which room they were located on. Wilbren's room was located on the 4th floor. Dameon pulled his revolver out to his side and began walking up the stairs.
Once he reached Wilbren's room door, he slowly turned the knob and found that the door was already unlocked. Quietly walking inside, Dameon crept around the room to find Wilbren lying in his bed, strapped tightly. Wilbren's calm breathing let Dameon know that he was still alive.
Cocking his revolver, Dameon fired twice into the bound mans chest.
While packing away all her plunder, Cassandra jumped when a sudden loud bang was heard from the bedroom. Cassandra crept towards the door and slowly creaked it open to see a black man dressed up in a suit with a smoking gun pointed directly where her heist victim was lying. She immediately closed the door shut and locked it.
"Shit. Wilbren just exactly who did you piss off?" Thought Cassandra
Hurrying back to the safe, Cassandra quickly and sloppily scrambled what was left in the safe into her briefcase and zipped it back up. Cassandra walked back to the door and opened it back up to find the assassin still in the bedroom searching around. Cassandra again closed the door.
"Time for my dissapearing act." Thought Cassandra
Looking around, she noticed a window, but before even trying to open it, she remembered what floor she was on and dropped the idea of going that route.
"I'll just wait until its clear to leave." Thought Cassandra.
Dameon searched around the room for anything of use. While searching, his foot stepped on a trenchcoat that was found lying on the floor. It was way to small for it to be Wilbren's.
"Someone was here. Or, someone is still here." Thought Dameon
Cassandra watched the man bend down to pick up something. Cassandra wasn't surprised to see that it was her coat she left in his room. The man pulled out his gun again and began searching more around the house. He was getting closer to the room that she was in. Searching around the room for something to protect herself with, Cassandra grabbed a lamp, snatching the cord off out of the outlet socket.
Dameon walked to the door that Cassandra was behind and right before he turned the knob, there was an alarm sound that came from Wilbren's room, Dameon ran only to find that it was his clock set for 8:45.
Cassandra took her chance and slowly opened the door. She slowly crept into the room, and while his back was turned, Cassandra hit him across the head. Dameon stumbled forward, dropping his gun. Once she kicked the gun away, Cassandra hit him with the lamp this time across his back. She raised the lamp again to hit him, but he grabbed her legs, sweeping her off her feet.
Dameon looked at his attacker to find a brown haired scantily clad woman on the floor. Cassandra kicked at his groin and quickly got back up. Balling up her fist, Cassandra swung a right hand to Dameon's face. Unscathed by Cassandra's punch, Dameon hit her with a backhand that sent her crashing into the bed where Wilbren's dead body lie.
As Dameon looked around the floor for his gun, Cassandra picked up a vase standing on a dresser next to the bed and shattered it over the back of Dameon's head. Dameon fell forward and hit the ground, stunned by the sneak attack. Cassandra jumped out of the bed and ran back into the guest room for her Briefcase. Leaving the guestroom, she headed for the door that was on the other side of the bedroom.
As she ran, Dameon grabbed hold of her ankle. Cassandra stomped on his hand with the heel of her stiletto and hurried out the door.
Dameon recovered and picked himself up from off the floor. He wiped himself clean from the porcelain debris from the vase and creaked his jaw, now sore from the blow he took.
"One tough cookie." Said Dameon.
This is Tesuma. Sorry for the long wait of this chapter. I've been pretty busy and along the way, I caught a case of writers block, but im better now. Ill try to make the update a little more quicker next time.
Next Chapter: Mr Vercetti gains some new muscle while spectating a brutal underground fight tournament. The origins and back story of the merciless killer, Dona are revealed.