Grand Theft Auto - Liberty City - Portland

[Kid Game]

Ok I'll start the first GTA battle. We'll start in Liberty City on Portland Island and after a while I'll start the Staunton Island topic and then the Shoreside Vale topic and then probably an overall Liberty City general battle which will be on all three islands.

This can be a free for all or you can team up with other people if you want. You can do anything since the games based on the grand theft auto games. Anything you can do in GTA you can do here.
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The cops were after kid. He had just robbed the first national Portland bank as well as rob a video game store for cash and games. Kid was speeding towards his safehouse and the cops were in hot pursuit. The cops were almost keeping pace with kid and were yelling for him to pull over, something kid was not going to do.

There were five squad cars and a swat van but kid's new Ferrari was finely tuned and upgraded and was better then the stock version of the squad cars.

Kid took a few sharp turns and soon he lost the officers that were chasing him. A minute later he arrived at his safe house which he pulled up to. He parked the Ferrari in the garage and walked inside with his money. He turned on the TV to the local news channel to see if anything interesting was on.

[DaBomb]

"I'm in," Da Bomb whispered on his radio, creeping into the house and gradually opening the door.

"Good. Get the drugs and leave," Vivaldi replied.

Da Bomb placed the radio back into his pocket, and pulled out his two silenced pistols from each of his ankle holsters. Through the small opening between the door and its frame, Da Bomb could see a female rubbing lotion of her hands, while the male was handed a quiant glass of wine from the ice bucket. Da Bomb swiftly moved in.

He slammed the door open, and aimed his two pistols at both figures in the room.

"Drop it!" Da Bomb ordered as the man reached for a small magnum in his belt. The man obeyed, and placed the firearm on the floor.

"You, get down on the floor!" he exclaimed to the woman, who promptly complied, "Now, where are the drugs?"

"**** you!" was the only reply.

"I'm sorry," Da Bomb sighed, "But I cannot comply," he continued as he blasted the man with both pistols, sending the latter toppling over the couch and into a pool of blood.

"Are you gonna be be copoerative?" DB sneered in a mocking manner, frightening the woman, "Well are you?"

"The....they are upstairs....hid...hidden in a suitcase..." she stuttered as the pistols wre placed to her temple.

"You sure, lady? Because I don't want any trouble!"

"Yes...yes!" she blurted in pure terror.

"Well, I guess I have no use for you," Da Bomb announced as he fired a shot into her skull. Shortly after, he strolled up the stairs, and located the 50 pounds of cocaine in the suitcase, just as the woman had explained. Then, after soaking the carpets in petrol taken from the garage, Da Bomb lit the house, to destroy the evidence, and dashed off with the drugs.

[Commando]

"Well chief, whats my new assignment?" asked Commando, who had just been promoted to detective in the Portland police force. "Commando, as you know, there has been an increase in organized crime in the city." began Chief Morris. "Scumbags" commando retorted. "Agreed" said the chief. "Anyway, there were several murders yesterday in a hot spot. The two people killed were drug dealers, so naturally you or I don't care. However the drugs were taken by someone else, not an undercover cop. I thnk your the kind of guy we need to lead this case commando, a cop who doesn't play by the rules." Commando smiled and said it would be a pleasure.

[DaBomb]

Da Bomb removed the cocaine from the suitcase, smiling in expectation of the sum of money he would recieve for the white powder. Though he felt pity for those who were so easily corrputed by the drug, he felt no guilt that he was the one who helped supply the drug; all he cared about was money, and the rush of adrenaline he got from his dangerous job.

He moved the drugs to a different, metal container, and burned the suitcase to remove evidence; if it was found he had the briefcase that belonged to the drug dealers, he would be in serious jeopardy. But, through his 7 or so years of work, had had been caught only once, but had had is criminal record wiped clean by a friend in the police force. It was always useful to have friends or relatives in high places.

"Thankyou, Mr...." Vivaldi said, admiring the plastic bags of white powder.

"No names, Vivaldi. You must never call me by my name," Da Bomb corrected, having driven to the drug-lord's mansion.

Vivaldi grinned, "I like that professionalism in my workers. I do believe there could be a postion for you in my drug empire; so far you have been a freelance, and i would like that to change."

"A tempting offer, but we would need to work out the parameters of the job," Da Bomb replied.

"Don't worry, I have enough money to accomadate anyone," Vivaldi assured, handing Da Bomb a thick envelope of cash, "For the right price, I can make anyone loyal to me."

"Sounds good," Da Bomb said in his gruff voice, "When do I start?"

[Commando]

Commando and his partner Joe sat in plain clothes in a SUV parked outside of Vivaldi's mansion. They were undercover, but both had badges and weapons in their coats if needed. Commando also had a shotgun in the backseat of the car, not that he would need it right now. Commando suddenly threw down his book and listened to the radio. He and Joe had bugged Vivaldi's phone and could hear every conversation going on. "Another customer", said Joe glumly. "Poor guy, he doesn't know what he's doing" replied commando. Joe and commando listened to where the drop was being made. Apparently in an alleyway behind a Mexican restaraunt, a bunch of new cocaine that had been taken recently would be sold to a gang of hispanics. "Lets go!" yelled commando, and the cops raced to the exchange.

[DaBomb]

"You sure you weren't followed?" Da Bomb questioned firmly.

"Don't worry, I'm always careful. And, if worst comes to worst, I always have my Magnum," the customer replied, opening his jacket to reveal a firearm placed in an inside pocket.

"Good. Now, do you have the money?"

"Hey, don't worry, I got everythin" came the reply as da Bomb was handed a wad of bills, "But the real question is, do you have the merchandise?"

Da Bomb did not reply, but instead handed the customer a metal briefcase; the latter opened it up to inspect, and smiled in complacement a short while after.

The customer chuckled, "Brilliant. Nice doin' business with you."

"Hold it right there, you two scumbags," came a booming voice from behind, "Drop the case, the money and your weapons," it continued.

Da Bomb gradually turned, and threw the wad of cash to the floor, "You ain't trying to pickpocket us, are you officer?" he asked in a derogatory manner, "Because we were just carrying out a simple transaction."

"Shutup and get on the floor!" Commando ordered. Da Bomb and the customer complied.

Da Bomb lay on his stomach, with the case beside his shoulder, while the customer lay in the same position by the other officer. The latter, Joe, strolled over to Da Bomb, and aimed his pistol at his spine. Suddenly, Da Bomb sent a forceful kick into the officer's shin, dislocating the bone, grabbed the case and swung it into the offcier's face. As he did, Commando began to squeeze the trigger, but the customber grabbed him by the ankles and wrenched him to the damp ground.

As Commando landed, he sent several shots toward the two felons; the customer was swiftly brought down, but the bullets simply were absorbed by the case DB held in front of his chest. The latter pulled out his handgun, blasted Commando's pistol from his hands, and picked up the money from the ground. He ran off, with the drugs and the payment, leaving the injured officer, the dead customer and Commando behind.

[Commando]

"Little Bastard!" Commando hissed to himself. Joe was bleeding heavily, and commando had his gun ruined. Suuddenly a bunch of Hispanics from out of the restraunt came out into the alleyway. They saw commando and Joe's badges, and their dead friend lying next to them. One of them kicked commando in the chest, while the other wrestled Joe's gun out of his hands. Commando withdrew his knightstick and sent it crashing down on the Mexicans head who had kicked him. Je withdrew his mace and blinded the other Mexican, then took his gun back. The two cops started a fist fight with the five hispnics. Commando swung his bat and broke anothers nose, while Joe, being injured already, was slammed against a dumpster. Commando, was knocked down by a tough thug, but tripped down his agressor and sent his elbow crashing into his face. Joe took out his gun and fired a bullet into the closest Mexican, killing him. Thats when the fighting stopped.

Commando walked slowly to hs car and took out his shotgun, while Joe, leaning against the wall covered in graffiti, pointed a gun at the group. Another cop car was on its way, as it crossed the green grass, nawrowly missing a group of palm trees, and skidded to a halt. Two more officers got out and handcuffed the Mexicans and put them in a car. Next an ambulence came and took Joe to the hospital, with a Coroner finally coming last and taking the dead customer as well as the other mexican. Commando watched the crs drive away, then walked into the Mexican restraunt, went up to the counter, and asked for a taco to go.

[Kid Game]

Kid was in his safe house counting up all of the money he just stole. There was almost 1 million dollars that he took and it was going to good use. Kid was going to be a bunch of weapons and ammunitions.

There was going to be a weapons auction in the Red Light District area in downtown area of portland. It was a few days away and kid was preparing for it.

Right now he was bored so he took his rocket launcher and AK-47 as well as a Tec-9 submachine gun. He put the weapons in his car and drove off into town to cause mayhem.

He drove up to the police station and parked on the sidewalk but ran over a civilian in the process. He looked around and saw several squad cars parked in close proximity in the parking lot. Kid took out a rocket launcher and fired a rocket at the car in the middle which blew up and caused the others to explode.

Several cops ran out of the building but were gunned down by the AK that kid possessed. A bunch of cops in the building ran to the garage and got into their squad cars. Kid spun his vehicle around and took off in the other direction. Kid pressed a button on the dashboard which activated a NITRO boost and within seconds the pursuing police cars were nowheres to be seen in kids rearview mirror. About a minute later kid was back at his safe house and the cops didnt even catch up yet. Kid had won again.

[DaBomb]

Poor officer Commando, having to suffer so much crime.

Da Bomb strolled into the Weapon Store, having changed his bloody clothes, given Vivaldi the drugs back (for an extra charge, of course), and told the latter crime lord the police were on his tail. As Vivaldi began to tighten his security and improve secrecy, Da Bomb was busy adding to his arsenal; silenced pistols were useful in numerous situations, but occasionally a more powerful or accurate firearm was required.

DB stepped up to the counter, where a grizzled male, perhaps 50 years old stared up from his magazine and asked, "What d'ya want?"

"I see you have a wide selection here; you must get plenty of business," Da Bomb replied, attempting to make a conversation.

"Just buy somethin' or get out," was the gruff reply. Da Bomb glared back at the store clerk.

"I want the SPAS sawn-off shotgun, Frinesi Tactical shotgun, Walther PP9 (silenced) and a KA-57," Da Bomb ordered frankly, the fake friendliness in his voice gone.

The clerk sauntered from his stool and removed each weapon from the shelves behind. "You want ammo with all this?" he asked, placing the weapons on the counter, but keeping his left hand below the counter, where his rifle was located.

"Gimmie a few clips of each," Da Bomb answered, his fingers twitching over his silenced pistol.

"Fine. But you realize you are gonna have to sign these papers," the clerk informed, placing the ammunition boxes and a clipboard on the counter.

"Wrong!" Da Bomb yelled as he drilled several pistol shots into the skull of the clerk. He leapt over the counter, disconnected the CCTV camera, and ransacked the cash till for spare currency.

As sirens were heard in the distance, Da Bomb piled the weapons into his Jaguar, revved up the engine, and stepped on the accelerator. Strangely, the police cars sped past him, shortly after an impressive Ferrari had; it seemed Da Bomb was not the only criminal on the island. As he returned to his home, he contemplated if he should pay whoever that was a friendly visit.

[Kid Game]

When Da Bomb got hom he went to check his answering maching for messages and sure enough there was a message on there. Da Bomb pressed the button to play the message.

Voice: "Hello Da Bomb. I'm not the least bit surprised that you are here in Portland. You need to get to bigger places like Staunton and Shoreside Vale islands. I can help you get there because I am a master criminal. I've been in the business for years and haven't been caught yet. I'm sure youve heard about me on the news and in the papers. Yeah I know what your thinking. You dont know me and I dont know you. Well you saw me earlier today. You were in your Jaguar driving away after you stole guns from the AMMUNATION store earlier today. You saw me in my Ferrari as I was speeding towards my safehouse. Shortly after that several police cars followed. Yeah thats right you remember now don't you? You just arrived in Portland I know that. I've been watching you Mr. Bomb. I think your skills are good but you definitly need to improve if you want to get to shoreside vale. So anyways if you can't tell, this is an alliance proposal. I can teach you some of my skills and you and I can go on missions and we can show the cops and other gangsters who the real controllers of Portland are. If you are interested then return this call at the following number - [phone]. I look forward to hearing from you. If you comply good but should you refuse then my elite gang members will come and kill you since I know where you live."

The message was done playing. The machine turned off. Da Bomb saved the message and thought about what it said. Was it for real or was this some trap? Da Bomb was going to find out.

[Commando]

Commando walked out of the Mexican restraunt eating his taco and drinking a pepsi until he got in his car and drove back to the police headquarters. He got his uniform cleaned off and then went back to talk to the chief.

Chief Morris- So commando, I heard about your brawl at Fernandos Mexican restraunt.

Commando- Sir, I nearly got the culprit and I killed the customer. Not bad in my opinion.

Chief Morris- Wrong commando. We only kill when we have to. I hear that man has 11 bullets in his back and you shot him as he ran away.

Commando (covering up anger)- Sir, that customer tried to kill me. And the other beat up Joe.

Chief Morris- Joe is on suspension for killing Jose Martinez as we speak. You're on your own.

Commando- Those thugs attacked us! It wasn't our fault!

Chief Morris- Commando, you have killed 9 suspects and been taken to court for brutality twice. You can't keep acting like this.

Commando- Its cops like me who get things done in this city chief.

Commando stormed out of the chiefs office, and headed to the armoury. He was going to get his team ready and raid Vidalli's cruise ship, because even the chief could agree he had enough evidence. Then he would see what a good cop Commando really was.

[DaBomb]

Da Bomb stood errect in his usual uniform, sipping a martini as he absorbed the atmosphere around. As people around danced and drank, Vivaldi strolled over to Da Bomb and dismissed his body guards.

"So, how do you like the ship, eh? Enjoying the party?" he asked, raising a glass of Champagne, "It's always nice to re-annex with old friends."

"I'm sure," Da Bomb responed.

"I take it you don't like this party atmosphere. Do you wish to go somewhere more private - to talk of my proposition?" Vivaldi asked.

"Sure," Da Bomb answered as he took another glass from a waiter's tray. The two proceeded, with an old friend of Vivaldi, to the lower lounge, where they discussed plans.

"This is my good pal Terelli," Vivaldi informed with a smile, "We have been in the business for years now, and have since earned millions; but, I'm sure you could have a share of those millions, Da Bomb, if you began working in my empire."

"I don't like restraints, or orders. I work alone," he replied, seating himself on a leather couch.

"He seems an unusual worker," Terelli commented, "But we could use more people in our joint forces. My friends in the police force can only do so much before they are found out."

"Da Bomb, Terelli and I are becoming more strained with each passing day. Our business transactions are becoming incresingly difficult to keep under wraps, and we come under more suspicion each day. We need someone to take out my enemies; I want that person to be you," Vivaldi explained, becoming rather serious.

"What would this job involve?"

"Murder. Simply put, your murder anyone we want, including the authorities," Terelli answered, "Are you brave enough to take on such forces."

"Don't worry about my safety," Da Bomb replied gruffly. Suddenly, he heard a feignt noise outside: the loading of a gun. "Get down on the ground," Da Bomb whispered as he took out his pistol.

"It's probably just Hans, checking up on me," Vivaldi said as he lowered to the floor.

"I'm not so sure...." Da Bomb answered.

[Commando2]

Commando was in a SWAT uniform, along with 35 other or so cops. Each had a fiberglass sheild and an MP5 or M16. Commando and his men dashed up the ramp and commando yelled "Your all under arrest! Everybody put your hands up!" As he said this the passengers began running everywhere, some jumping over the side of the ship. Commando walked over to the rim and unloaded his M16 into a man trying to swim away, the water around him turning a bright red. His body would never be recovered, and then no one could build a case on Commando. Commando liked being able to get away with murdering enemies once and a while. Commando ran back to the boat where his men had forced many to the ground and handcuffed them to the sides. Commando knocked a waiter in the face with the butt of his M16, sending his flying into a table filled with delecious food. A passenger ran up behind him with a meat knife, but commando whirled around just in time to put a bloody hole in his head with his assault rifle. Most of the passengers on deck had been taken down now, so commando got 15 of his best men and headed below deck.

One SWAT officer took out an HE grenade and tossed it down the hallway. The explosion took out a women holding a martini and two random thugs with uzi's. Commando yelled to proceed and the team went quetly down the hall. Commando kicked open the first door he could find, only to see a wallet full of cash on a small table. Commando took the wallet, calling it "evidence" to his team. They laughed at commandos joke then continued their raid. As they walked down the corridor a suicidal hispanic jumped out and shot one of commandos officers through the goggles with a Desert Eagle. He was swiftly dispatched by the team, but they stayed behind foor a minute trying to figure out if the officer was really dead. Unfortunantly, he was. Commando and the 14 other cops continued their raid.

[Commando]

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[DaBomb]

"****!" Da Bomb hissed, "The ****ing cops are onto us! Gt out, through the window, you two. I'll fend off the police!" he ordered as his 2 pistols were aimed at the entrance to the lounge.

Terelli smashed open one of the windows with a chair, and swiftly leapt through it, and onto the upper deck, "C'mon, Vivaldi, we must go!"

"We have no weapons, Da Bomb!" Vivaldi exclaimed as the locked door was pounded on.

From out DB's pocket came 2 serrated knives, capable of slicing off limbs. Da Bomb handed his pistols two each crime lord, and prepared to stab whoever entered. The door burst open, and immediately several bursts of gunfire ripped through the tables and expensive couches inside the lounge. As an officer moved in, Da Bomb stabbed him in the ribs, forced the second knife into his sternom, and with both daggers slashed the officer's throat. He dropped the knives, and instead picked up the cop's MP5 and the fibregass shield.

With that, he clambered out of the window, and landed hard on several shard of glass. All around he could see guests, waiters and even guards swimming to shore, only to be ripped apart by the clips of the police. As Da Bomb groped up, and raised his MP5, he found the carcass of Terelli sprawled over the deck, gunshots in his head and torso. Da Bomb cursed once more, and bolted off to find Vivaldi. If the latter had been intelligent, and lucky enough, he would have been able to make it to the emergency deck, where lifeboats and dinghys resided. Da Bomb decided it was best to head there.

Along the way, he was confronted by another guard, who began firing on sight. As Da Bomb rolled behind a table, he fired a short burst as the officer, but the shield simply absorbed the fire. He fired once more, but again the officer was totally unharmed. Finally, he held down the trigger and blasted the officer as he dashed toward his target, holding down the trigger until it rattled empty. The SWAT officer a stumbled at first, but regained his balance and raised his MP5.

It was a splitsecond decision, and fortunately it worked. Da Bomb rushed the officer, before the bullets flew, and beat him down with the metallic firearm. The helmeted officer was still unharmed, but disorientedm which gave Da Bomb the change to rip the shield from the officer, and grab the MP5. As Da Bomb tugget, the SWAT member flailed him limbs widly, knocking Da Bomb over with a kick to the stomach. As DB shot up, winded and groaning, the officer picked up his shield and slammed it down onto his adversary, causing a painful yelp before he hit the ground.

The shield once again slammed down onto Da Bomb, keeping him in the compromising position, until the officer collapsed onto the floor, with several bullet wounds in his stomach. Da Bomb looked up, blood streaming from his nose and lips, to see Vivaldi standing above him, his pistol smoking. The crime lord helped Da Bomb to his feet, and guided him to the emergency deck, where they found several life boats, all occupied by distressed members of the crew.

"Let's go!" Vivaldi yelled as his reloaded the pistol and awaited more cops, "We have to leave!" The lifeboats sailed out, into the open water, and then sped off as the motor started.

Bullets followed the fleeing crew, sending many hurtling into the water as blood ebbed from their bodies, but thanks to Vivaldi's keen covering fire, their life boat escaped, and halted at the dock within minutes.

"The police probably have the area covered, or at least monitored," Da Bomb informed, ignoring his wounds and the pain caused the them, "We should spread out, now!"

Vivaldi and Da Bomb took the route through the allies of the island, avoiding contact with everyone, until they arrived at Da Bomb's dwelling. The house was not too large; at least, not a mansion like Vivaldi owned, but it had a small pool, a beautiful view and a classy neighborhood.

"Are you sure the cops won't find us here?" Vivaldi asked.

"Don't worry, I do routine checks for bugs and monitoring devices. We'll be fine here. And anyway, this is a classy, law-abiding neighborhood, or so it seems. I have friends here, who will tell the police they have never seen me 'round here - if neccessary. We'll be fine, for the moment."

[DaBomb]

"Hello Da Bomb. I'm not the least bit surprised that you are here in Portland. You need to get to bigger places like Staunton and Shoreside Vale islands. I can help you get there because I am a master criminal. I've been in the business for years and haven't been caught yet. I'm sure youve heard about me on the news and in the papers. Yeah I know what your thinking. You dont know me and I dont know you. Well you saw me earlier today. You were in your Jaguar driving away after you stole guns from the AMMUNATION store earlier today. You saw me in my Ferrari as I was speeding towards my safehouse. Shortly after that several police cars followed. Yeah thats right you remember now don't you? You just arrived in Portland I know that. I've been watching you Mr. Bomb. I think your skills are good but you definitly need to improve if you want to get to shoreside vale. So anyways if you can't tell, this is an alliance proposal. I can teach you some of my skills and you and I can go on missions and we can show the cops and other gangsters who the real controllers of Portland are. If you are interested then return this call at the following number - [phone]. I look forward to hearing from you. If you comply good but should you refuse then my elite gang members will come and kill you since I know where you live."

Da Bomb replayed the tape as he pondered his next move. The call seemed innocent enough, and an alliance sounded inruiging, but da Bomb felt as if whoever had phoned was simply trying to force him to join. DB played by his own rules, and would not tolerate being pushed around.

"I thought you said no one knows you!" Vivaldi scolded as he heard the message.

"I said the authoities don't know me...any more."

"What the hell does that mean?" Vivaldi asked.

"I've been in crime for years now. I started when I was a yound teen, helping my father in all kinds of illegal activities. Whe he passed on, I was still inexperienced; I thought i was the "big man", and so I allowed myself to be put on police records. I was arrested, and spent 3 years in jail before an old pal bust me out. Those records have since been wiped clean by my friends in the police service, but some may still know me. This person does."

"So?" persued Vivaldi

"It means he is a pro, Vivaldi. It means he has been in the business a long time, and knows what he is doing. I think I should give him a call; he would make a good partner for you."

"Can you trust him though?" Vivaldi began to be reluctantly sucked into the idea.

"I trust no one," Da Bomb replied.

[Commando]

Commando walked around the cruise ship deck. There were dead passengers everywhere, but he had lost 3 good officers. Commando picked up a can of Sprite rolling on the deck, took off his helmet and ski mask, and took a huge gulp. He and his SWAT team then began searching for evidence when a bunch of police boats pulled up alongside. Commando waved as more officers boarded the ruined ship. Commando gave the forensics team all the evidence he had. Three suitcases full of cocaine, a bunch of weed in bags, and some illegal firearms. Suddenly commando heard his name being called and glanced up to see Chief Morris storming towards him. "f**k" commando muttered to himself as the chief berated him with yells.

Chief Morris- Commando you idiot you f**kin massacred these people.

Commando- Big deal chief. They wouldn't surrender and even killed 3 of my officers.

Just then an angry lawyer ran up to him and yelled in his face.

Lawyer- Commando, my client claims you put a bullet in his chest after he put his hands up!

Commando- Look you little courthouse liar, your "client" had a knife in his boot. And no, he did not have his hands up.

Just then two FBI agents came on the boat and put commando in handcuffs. Commando was outraged as his whole SWAT team was also cuffed by the FBI agents.

Commando- What the hell are you doing?!

FBI agent- Commando, your under arrest for Murder and brutality. Your court hearing begins in a week. You have the right to remain silent.......

All around him newscrew men were shoving microphones in his face and asking him questions. Commando ignored them and was shoved into an FBI car and driven away to jail.

[DaBomb]

"Ssh!" Da Bomb instructed to his rag-tag team of operatives, who had been scrounged by Vivaldi for this activity. They wore no armour, save for thin bullet-proof vests, and wielded only Walther pistols and rifles. It seemed the police had absolutely crippled Vivaldi (having ransacked him mansion and arrested several allies); now, he could barely equip his men with protection and firearms. Da Bomb hated to see a once brilliant crime lord taken down within the course of a week. He wanted payback, but more importantly, he needed money.

The harbour was covered in a cloak of shadow, having only the thin watery rays from the moon providing light , and the weak lights from a few flashlights. Da Bomb and his operatives would need this dark setting to keep them concealed as they removed the cargo boxes of weapons. A large 18-wheeler was parked across from a small crane, just as Vivaldi had promised; the cargo crates were placed in the vicinity of the aforementioned vehicle, waiting to be moved. Now all Da Bomb had to do was take out the guards, and speed off with the cargo containers. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done.

He and his 6 man team spread out, and each took out an adversary. Da Bomb crept behind a thug and beat him to the ground, while the others carefully placed bullets in their targets' heads. So far, so good.

[Commando]

"Order!" the Judge nailed his mallet in the courtroom. It was 2 days after commandos arrest and he was already in court. "Commando" began the Judge "You have been taken to court under the charges of murder and brutality. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help you god?" inquired the judge. "I do" commando said solemnly. Many people in the courtroom were his friends and fellow officers. He was being disgraced.

Judge- What evidence is their against Mr. Commando.

Lawyer- Your honor, commando personally murdered 8 helpless passenngers on board Vitallis cruise ship. His men murdered another 23. The other enemies killed had weapons, so they don't count.

Judge- And what do you have to say to that?

Defense- Your honor, the people testifying against us are cop-haters. They just want to see commando on death row for his heroic action against the criminal society.

The debate raged back and fourth between the two parties, until the judge caled it a day. He then dismissed the court and told everyone to come back tommorow. This would take a long time.

[DaBomb]

Da Bomb inspected the crane wires and the container's stability on those wires. All seemed secure, and so Da Bomb procceded silently over to the crane, as his accomplices opened to 18-wheeler's doors and started up the engine. As the sudden noise echoed throughout the harbour, the guards became aware of the intruders, and bolted over to the cargo containers of weapons.

They began to fire in an unorganized pattern at the crane, but the metallic hull and the protective glass shieding repelled the bullets. Da Bomb wrenched down on a lever, causing the cargo container to swing toward the guards. Several were pounded to the ground my the sudden impact of the heavy crate, while others avoided it and continued to fire. Regardless, Da Bomb swung the container into the 18-wheeler, and called for support. His hidden accomplices leapt from out their vehicle and began to distract the guards as da Bomb descended from the crane, and climbed into the driver's seat of the lorry.

Tyres screeched as the massive vehicle accelerated off, bullets riddling its rear. As DB rolled around a corner, a stray bullet impacted a Tyre, , causing it to rip off the vehicle. A skid began due to the loss of grip, as the 18-wheeler began to lose futher tyres. Da Bomb was riding almost totally on rims now, but the lorry continued to power from the harbour, and toward the drop-off point near the airport, where his Mexicans friends he had attempted to sell drug to were waiting, ready to claim their prize.