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Post by Commando on Aug 17, 2004 6:16:25 GMT -5
Capital Skyscraper, 10 AM
Now the FBI had come too. Police, ATF, and FBI were all cooperating and working in the same building. It was the tallest skyscraper in Portland, and the lawenforcement was back up. Already the ATF had arrested someone suspected of orking for kid, and he was being interrogated right now by Commando.
Commando- Alright you little bastard, tell me all you know about kid, or you go to the gasing chamber.
Man- I know my rights you mother****ing cop!
Commando was in the room and ATF director Shaw and FBI director Robinson watched from behind a bulletproof glass wall. Shaw gave Commando a thumbs up and Commando continued.
Commando- Listen, just what is your damn name?
Man- My name? **** you.
Commando suddenly threw a punch in the mans face. Commando then shoved a piece of paper in his face.
Commando- See this law buddy? It gives Portland law enforcement the power to do whatever they must to stop kid, signed by the govenor himself.
Man- Alright, my name's Samuel Bagley.
Commando- Good. How do you know kid?
Samuel- I do an odd job for him now and then, but have only met him once. I do know where he stays though.
Commando- Go on.........
Samuel- He has a private Complex out in the woods north of here.
Commando- Say no more. Thanks for your cooperation samuel.
Commando left the room and told the two directors everything he knew.
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Post by DaBomb on Aug 17, 2004 15:48:22 GMT -5
Dixon carried a large influence in Portland, with his ever-growing drug ring and almost daily thefts. His total organization, under the alias of Gadspy Shipping Co., was possbily half the size of kid's and because of that painful fact, Dixon refused to become enemies or allies with the notorious kidgame. Instead, he went about his daily business, gaining steady sums of money from counterfeiters, drug dealers and the simple scum that populated Portland.
Dixon and DB were not best of friends, but they had both seen the wrong side of the law, and knew each other well enough. DB went to see Dixon at his newly built casino in the downtown Liberty City.
DB - Impressive place, Dix.
Dixon - So it is. Took all of last year's "business deals" to fund.
DB - So how are you? And how is your brother?
Dixon - Marcus? He's as law-abiding as ever. And as for me, I seem to be in good shape. What brings you here?
DB - I came to talk about business.
Dixon - Ah yes, business as usual, DB? I sgould have known. Still running that transport service for those drug dealers?
DB - I've moved on. I would like to progress further, and explore my limits as a criminal, but I'm having a little trouble with the police.
Dixon - Same. I've had to cancel all weapon shipments from now on; guns are far too easy to detect and far too hard to smuggle about these days.
DB - My boss is beginning an expansion, one that will hopefully turn into a city-wide organization. The police are not maing such an expansion easy, though. I need your help to deal a crippling blow to the police before my boss's plans can fully materialize.
Dixon - I am afraid I cannot help you there. Whacking a cop or two is risk free, but I think you mean to wipe them all out.
DB - Exactly, Dix. Once all the police are killed here, I doubt any existing police will want to tranfer to here, and any citizens thinking of joining the force will be deterred.
Dixon - I'm sorry. I can't afford to lose everything.
DB - You could gain a lot, too.
Dixon - A life prison sentence would not be so bad if it were only I serving it. With the cops becoming more barbaric by the hour, it's a safe bet they'd put my brother in jail too.
DB - Blood is thicker than water...
Dixon - Exactly.
DB - Then you won't help me tear down the police force?
Dixon - I can't.
DB - Then I have no further use being here. Good day.
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Post by Commando on Aug 17, 2004 16:06:07 GMT -5
It was to be a grand raid. SWAT officers loaded weapons, police put on vests, ATF and FBI agents readied their own men and SWAT teams, helicopters and APCs were made available, and even several light tanks were put to use. Many civilians were deputized, though they had to bring their own firearms. All in all, about 3000 law enforcement began the drive to kid's woodland base.
Commando sat with Shaw and Robinson in a Jet black APC. All three had bulletproof vests on and had loaded handguns. They planned to direct their men.
Shaw- It's almost like we are going into a battle.
Commando- I think we are.
The huge convoy stopped. Commando got out and looked at kids base. It was immpressive indeed. A thick concrete wall surrounded the inner compound. Towers shined lights on the police vechiles as The vechiles dispersed and officers and agents set up fortifications outside. The helicopters flew above and shined lights on the towers and patrolling men. Clearly they were shocked. Robinson got on the megaphone.
Robinson- Kidgame forces, this is FBI Portland director James Robinson. With me are Bill Shaw, ATF,and Commando, PCPD. We ask for unconditional surrender or we will use all our firepower on this place and take it down brick by brick. I'm actually dissapointed in your fort. Michael Jackson could take this place.
A few laughs went up, and then it was quiet as the huge masses of the law surrounded the compound. What would kids men do?
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Post by DaBomb on Aug 17, 2004 17:31:36 GMT -5
Marcus lived inside a quaint apartment building, where he worked on his physics degree or something to that effect. DB's knowledge of Dixon's brother had always been very shady.
He sneaked in, with his police-issue Desert eagle, gloves, a balaclava and a black SWAT suit. Inside the complex he went, up to the 3rd floor, room 64. He picked the simple lock on the wodden door, eased the door open, and sneaked inside. DB heard the sound of water gushing from a tap, and stepped over in that direction.
Marcus was inside, gurgling some mouthwash and filling up a glass of water. DB hurried inside, and confronted the unsuspecting Marcus.
"Who are you!" Marcus blurted, seeing DB's reflection in the mirror above the sink, "Get out, now!"
DB raised his Desert Eagle. "I am from the new police force. You have been charged with embezzlement and fraud. You have the right to remain silent."
Marcus was totally confused. "What? I..I haven't done anything!" he said in a pleading tone.
"Goodbye, Mr. Gadspy," DB uttered. He aimed the pistol at Marcus, and pulled the trigger 3 times. The bathroom mirror was covered with blood, and the carcass of Marcus slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood.
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The reporter stood beside an aged woman on the early six O'clock news, holding a microphone to her face.
"This is Karl Maxwell, and I'm standing on the premesis of a brutal murder last night. Along with me is Ms. Howard, who heard the ordeal." the reported spoke into a camera.
"I heard a man inside the room. he said he was a police officer. i heard numerous shots..." the woman replied.
"A police-issue Desert Eagle was found on the premesis, and it has been determined from the bullets that it was indeed a police's weapon. More on this as it develops."
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Post by Kid Game on Aug 17, 2004 18:12:39 GMT -5
At first nothing happened at what was supposedly kid's base. Commando and the police and swat team and the FBI stood waiting. Suddenly someone walked out of the front door and started yelling.
Man- "Listen officers. Before you arrest you there's something I must say. I am not the man you are seeking. I am not kid game and I am not one of his soldiers or informants or anything. And as shocking as it seems this is not kid's base. I believe you have been misled with false information. The person you have in your custody was smart and led you away from kid's tracks. You came to the wrong place at the wrong time. If this were kid's base wouldn't there be autoguns firing? Well I don't see any and I don't hear gunshots. If this were kids base wouldnt there be hundreds of thousands of troops and tanks? I see no soldiers or tanks and there isnt enough room in this area to hide them all either. Search the house and surrounding area if you wish but kid is not here and he has never been here and theres no evidence here either. Again I'm sorry but it may be game over for you. It seems that kid has won and the police have reached a dead end and have gone the wrong way. In fact kid's base is nowheres near this area or neck of the woods. I will never tell where it is because I don't know where it is. I believe it is time for me to go."
The man quickly took out a .357 magnum and put it against his head and managed to fire three shots and killed himself. He had no secrets to share but had to commit suicide. His words were shocking but after at least a day of searching the area they determined that the place was indeed a bluff. Kid was nowheres in the farm or the sourrounding area. No autoguns or soldiers or tanks were found. There was no evidence at all. Commando felt mad that he had been led down the wrong path and willingly went down the wrong area. The house was inspected thoroughly at least a hundred times and nothing was found. There were no secret entrances or passageways. One thing was certain- Kidgame was not here and this wasn't his base. It was somewheres else and commando would never find it.
Commando screamed out loud. How had he been fooled like that. He felt like a fool in front of the remaining police, swat teams and the FBI. He felt like a fool for going to a likely place to find kids base and instead it was a bluff. Perhaps a decoy. They had found nothing. All that they got was some man who killed himself with a magnum in front of everyones eyes. Commando just wondered exactly how powerful kid game was and exactly where he was.
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Post by DaBomb on Aug 17, 2004 18:36:56 GMT -5
The casino was totally cleared of all people, save for a few of Dixon's bodyguards, and many of the card tables had been thrown to the ground in anger. DB stepped inside the casino, inspecting an overtuned slot machine, and headed over toward Dix.
Dixon - They killed him! Those bastards! I want them hanged for this!
Bodyguard - They will, sir, but please calm down.
Dixon - They had no reason! No motive! It was cold-blooded murder!
DB - I hope I am not intruding...
Dixon - Did you hear the news? They killed Marcus! My brother! Dead!
DB - Are you sure it is the police?
Dixon - It was one of their ****ing guns! It was done by a guy in a SWAT suit! He said all the routine "remain silent" shit!
DB - Why would they-
Dixon - I'm gonna kill them! Kill them all! They'll pay!
Dix threw over another slot machine.
DB - You really want revenge?
Dixon - Of course, you idiot! I want vengeance dearly. Oh, how they will pay!
DB - Then I suggest that you could use my help. I've destroyed the police station before.
Dixon - Yes! Yes! Kill them all!
DB - It'll be a big job. You'll need all you men.
Dixon - Yes! As long as I see them! Who is responsible!
DB - Maybe those new police directors had something to do with it.
Dixon - Fine. I'll go to their houses, tortch them, and behead those ****ing cops!
DB - And the new police skyscraper?
Dixon - Everything! Nothing will be left standing.
DB - Excellent...
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Post by Commando on Aug 17, 2004 19:05:38 GMT -5
Shaw, Robinson, and Commando stood dumbfounded. The place turned out to be a home security company. Commando stomped off, leaving Shaw and Robinson alone.
Shaw- Damn...Goddammit!
Robinson- Fuck! How did that bastard back in the prison fool us like that.
Shaw- One things for sure. He's getting a lethal injection ASAP when we get back. No mercy to these criminals anymore.
The ATF and FBI directors found Commando, who told them to get moving. The force was heading back to Portland.
The whole way back, no one said anything. Law enforcement was embarressed, the DA was sickened, and the govenor sure to throw a fit. Commando didn't smoke but accepted a cigar from Robinson anyway. Commando took a puff, then coughed loudly for a few seconds before throwing the cigar on the metal APC floor. No one was in a good mood at all as the convoy headed to Portland.
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Post by Kid Game on Aug 17, 2004 19:53:19 GMT -5
In the short period that everyone was gone something BIG happened at the new police force headquarters in the big tower. Nobody knew what had happened and what horrible thing was going to happen.
And keep in mind that the police force is still on their way back to the HQ so they don't know what is going to take place.
There was an email on Commandos computer (which he reads when he gets in his office) It read- "You fools. You police are dumb, stupid, and easily fooled. That informant at the station was a trap and you fell right for it. You went off to the security office thinking it was my base. What imbecials and idiotic fools. You police officers and FBI teams suck. You should just quit the force. Someone says his HQ is over there and you cops swarm over there without even thinking. You make me sick. Well that is a security office I hope you found that out. Face it. You guys will never find my base let alone capture my alive. I bet you couldn't find your way out of a brown paper bag. I probably dont need to sign this email. Im sure you already know who it is. Oh and since ALL of the people in the police tower HQ left some of my friends snuck in and left a present. I hope you like it. You wont have to worry though."
(Remember noone has read the message yet and noone knows about the so called presents)
In the basement of the big police and FBI HQ tower was a few tons of explosives. Nearly all kinds were down there. Lots of TNT, dynamite, Timed bombs nitro glycerine, methane gas, pipe bombs, (i dont know what most kind of explosives are called) and just about any type of bomb imaginable. It was enough to completely destroy the police HQ and a few surrounding buildings. Also all of the bathrooms on each floor (lobby floor, and 1st floor up to 50th floor) all have explosives in them too and they are set to blow up 1t 9:30 PM. By 925pm the police had arrived back and parked their cars and EVERY cop, swat member, and FBI member was in the building on their floors or in the office or doing some kind of work. They didn't know that withing 3 minutes that explosives would detonate and destroy the building and all of the law enforcement in the building. That meant that with several explosions in the same building all the cops on the building would be gone! Crime would spread through the city like a plague. Violence, crime, drugs, guns and more would be in the city again.
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Post by DaBomb on Aug 17, 2004 20:58:31 GMT -5
Dixon assembled his bodyguards, hitmen and anyone willing to take a shot at the police, and mobalized them inside the Gadspy shipping warehouse at the harbour. There were around 55 in total, all carrying a ange of illegal or stolen weapon, from simple pistols to machine guns to the occasional grenade launcher.
Dixon was outfitted in his old war uniform that he had earned in 'Nam, and along with his AK-47 his carried a belt of bullets that ran over his shoulder.
The force loaded into several inconspicuous minibusses, cars and Jeeps and screeched off toward the Capital Skyscraper.
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Post by Commando on Aug 17, 2004 21:14:21 GMT -5
By now the convoy had arrived back at the skyscraper and most of the personell were inside the building, save those parking the cars. Shaw and Robinson sat in the lobby, while commando joined them, holding his laptop. He checked his e-mails, then his face turned pale. He slowly closed his laptop and suddenly screamed.
Commando- That fuckin bastard kidgame has this place set to blow! Lets get the fuck out!
The Commando was already out the door, followed by Shaw and Robinson. They ran down the block, followed by a random ATF agent, 2 cops, and the desk sergeant. Thats when the bomb went off. There were screams as people flew out of windows and glass shards flew everywhere. The base fell and the huge building collapsed on its foundation. Thousands perished. "Just like 911" muttered Shaw in horror. Cement chunks flew everywhere and smashed other buildings. Fire raged around. Just when things couldn't get any worse, the small group saw cars coming at them.
Dixon's gang saw the police station a fiery wreck, but saw the group of men running away as well. Immediatly Dixon stuck an uzi out the window and started shooting, hitting the desk sergeant in the chest 6 times. The ATF agent tried to go for his handgun, but a bullet stopped him when it struck his skull. The final 5 police surrendered. Immediatly the 2 random cops were shot by Dixon as he stepped out of the car. Dixon reloaded, stepped over the bloody mess he caused, and looked Commando in the eye.
Dixon- Its over.....
BANG BANG BANG
A limo pulled up alongside the Dixon gangs cars and out came 10 Italian mafia, all wileding AK-47s. Dixon was cut down immeiatly, as well as 7 of his men. The rest retreated in horror to their cars and tore off.
Commando- Thanks a bunch guys. Any later and we'd be dead. We got trouble in this city big time.
Robinson- What the hell?
Mobster- Get in the limo quickly. You guys are coming to Little Italy for an emergency meeting.
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Post by DaBomb on Aug 18, 2004 14:02:44 GMT -5
Though DB had just been using Dixon for the most part, guilt and sadness washed over him as he head the news of the crime lord's untimely death. Though he had taken multiple police with him, Dixon was a "resource" worth keeping.
On a brighter note, though, the demolition of the Capital Skyscraper had been entirely successful, and now more than ever the entire city had been weakened, hopefully beyond repair. Kid had sent for a weapon cache from Dimitrì Sychev, and was organizing the sale of the aforementioned weapons. Though the news of the explosion was welcome, DB was more pleased by an offer he had recieved from Dix's crime ring: they wanted DB, the one and only friend of the departed, to become the new leader.
It made sense really. DB had ample knowledge of monetary subjects, as well as information on police strengths, experience and training in fighting. He had yet to accept, seeing as how kid may not approve, but DB was sure if he offered to bond the two crime rings, kid would accept.
DB recieved an urgent phone call.
DB - Hello?
Person - Is Dix dead?
DB - Yes. And may I ask who you are?
Person - So you are the new commnder of his organization?
DB- It depends on who you are.
Person - This is Sanderson. I own the Liberty plaza, as well as a chain of firearm stores. Remember me?
DB - No. You sound like an amateur or an police rat.
Sanderson - I see you have Dix's overwhelming charm.
DB - What do you want?
Sanderson - Before he died, Dixon loaned me 100 grand in exchange for partial profits while I began an expansion.
DB - What kind of expansion?
Sanderson - This is a secure line, right?
DB - Of course.
Sanderson - Well, i met up with this Russian named Dimitrì, who was willing to send a shipment of canabis for a rockbottom price. I accepted, but I needed more money. Dix gave me the 100 grand for the shipment.
DB - What has this got to do with me?
Sanderson - My organization is about 3/4 of kid's. Yours is around a half. If we merge into one, we can take down kidgame and own this city together.
DB - I'm listening...
Sanderson - I'll meet you on the corner of 5th and Hailsham at midnight to discuss in more detail.
DB - Agreed.
Kid walked in as DB put the pohne down.
Kid - Who was that?
DB - A potential enemy. He wants to meet me later today to discuss putting you out of business.
Kid - I'll assemble a drive-by team.
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Post by Commando on Aug 18, 2004 15:32:46 GMT -5
The northern part of the city was 99% Italian, and kid had no power here. Most homeowners living here had guns and loathed kid with an immense hatred. If kid's men came around, trouble was sure to start.
Little Italy was the biggest, wealthiest, and best Italian restraunt in the city, closley followed by several others. Gino had once owned it, but he had dissapeared, most likely by kid. The limo pulled up in front, and the mabsters escorted the three law enforcement officials inside. The walked through the beautiful restraunt and one man took out a set of keys, unlocking a back door into an off-limits room. Inside were couches, a big-screen TV, a pool table, and whatnot. Commando, Shaw and Robinson sat down as a figure smoking a cigar came over.
Sal- Nice to see you Commando.
Commando- The honor is mine Sal. You saved me bigtime from those bastards.
Sal- Hey, you saved me from the same guys years ealier.
Commando- Yes, I remember. Hey, this is Shaw, ATF director, and this is Robinson, FBI director.
Sal- How do you guys do?
Shaw and Robinson were dumbfounded for a minute, speaking to a big time mob boss. But they quickly extended their hands for a shake.
Sal- This kidgame has been our enemy for years. He grows more powerful by the day. And now with out the city law enforcement, he is a menace on the loose.
Commando- As we speak the National Guard is heading here. This city will be under martial law. Kid won't stand a chance.
Sal- Good, good. There's a meeting tonight at Canton Wok in Chinatown. All the big time triads are there. Same with the Italian mob. Your welcome to join. We are all uniting to get rid of kid forever. And we could use your help.
Commando- We'll be there.
Sal- Good. In the meantime, what's mine is yours. Our mob soldiers will work under your command, as well as mine. These are dark days. Let's hope they do not last.
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Post by DaBomb on Aug 18, 2004 16:48:06 GMT -5
Liberty City was cloaked in shadow, and only the soft lights of the streetlamps illuminated. Within the thick shadow of the town hall, behind one of the pillars, DB could make out the figure of a man, pacing back and forth on the corner, just as he had promised. DB checked his Rolex digital watch; it was 12:01. After checking for police or hitmen, DB strolled across the street.
"You're late," Sanderson growled.
DB inhaled the smoke from his cigarette. "I thought about your offer. It is tempting..."
"A simple yes or no would suffice," Sanderson shot back.
DB took another puff. "I still don't think we can beat kid. He grows more powerful by the day."
"Which is why I wish to destroy him as quickly and smoothly as possible."
DB heard a faint screech, but pretended to ignore it. he continued wasting Sanderson's time while kid's drive-by vehicle, one disguised as a normal taxi, approached.
"Look, we are all saddened by Dixon's death," Sanderson softened, "But we must move on, and use what he gave you to eliminate the competition. Dixon would be well pleased if kid were to fall."
The taxi approached , and coasted toward the street corner.
"You call a taxi?" Sanderson asked.
The windows wound down, and several silenced pistols protruded through. Bullets were fired, impacting Sanderson repeatedly and splattering blood across the corner. Sanderson slumped to the ground, choking on masses of blood.
"There answer is no, Sanderson," DB smirked. He sauntered to the taxi, jumped inside, and sped off, leaving a bloody mess behind.
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Post by Commando on Aug 18, 2004 18:55:48 GMT -5
Commando put a handgun in a shoulder holster, before heading outside. Shaw and Robinson were staying in Little Italy, as only Commando was being invited to the meeting. Commando joined Sal in his limo, and Sal waved for his driver to pull off. The two men talked along the way.
Sal- Did you hear that Sanderson criminal guy got shot an hour ago?
Commando- Yup. I wonder who did it?
Sal- It wasn't us or anyone we know. I'm guessing kid.
Commando- I'd have to agree. Oh and good news. The National Guard has arrived. They are armed to the teeth and preparing to attack kidgame as if he was an enemy dictator. I have to go speak to the Commander tommorow, being head of the Law around here and all. The govenor is with them. He says one criminal can't stop him.
Sal- Too bad kid has thousands of men.
The limo took a turn into Chinatown. Kid was very unwelcome here as well, since everyone loathed him here. If he came his men would be shot at. It had happened more than once. Sal's limo stopped in front of Canton Wok, and a bodyguard opened the door. Commando and Sal got out, and walked into the restraunt.
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Post by Kid Game on Aug 18, 2004 21:32:29 GMT -5
Kid was happy with the past few days events. He had destroyed the police and FBI's neq headquarters which was a huge tower in town. Some of his friends snuck explosives in after the decoy got the cops out of the building. When they got back inside at least a thousand cops and FBI units had died in the explosion and several other buildings had died as well. Commando had survived as one of Kid's spies had informed him.
Kid knew he could easily do whatever he wanted to in this city. Portland was his and staunton island was next and after that shoreside vale and then after that- the world. It would all be kid's. He wouldn't stop until he had everything he wanted. And if the cops didn't get out of his way kid would keep blowing up their Headquarters building. And kid had tons of secret bases in the area. They were all heavily defended with hundreds of sam sites, anti air guns, automatic gun turrets, rocket turrets, some with big thick concrete or brick walls, and all of the bases had hundreds of thousands of soldiers and tanks and jeeps and other vehicles. Kid had a massive air force and a massive ground force. In total he had millions of troops and was gaining more each day.
Kid heard that the national guard was here although they were skeptical and didn't want to come. They must have been scared of kid or something but they would never kill him or catch him. Kid would kill all of the national guards before a week was up.
No matter how long the national guard looked they would never find kid. His bases were too well hidden and no matter what no one would tell anyone about kids bases since noone knew a thing about them except anyone working for kid.
Kid had dressed into casual civilian clothes. He knew his ferrari would be too suspicious so kid selected something cheaper. He chose to drive a vehicle that nearly everyone owned and thus would not be suspicious. He decided to drive his old Cadillac. It was in great working order. A lot of people in portland had one so it wasnt suspicious. Kid's was a dark brown color like most people who had one.
He got into the driver side and DaBomb got into the passenger. Kid put on some rock 'n roll music and then got out of the driveway. He went into town and drove to the Shoprite. He was low on food and drink supplies and he as well as DaBomb needed to buy some. After kid parked kid and DB got out of the car and went into the shoprite to see what kind of food they would buy. They always spent large bills (well actually they usually stole the food. They got a basket of food and then ran out of the store) but since the national guard was here they acted like regular people and paid for all their food. Kid got a shopping cart as did DaBomb and the two entered the shoprite each deciding to get their own items. Kid had his own money but since DaBomb was low on cash kid gave him a few thousand so DB could buy his groceries as well as lottery tickets or whatever else he needed at shoprite.
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Post by Commando on Aug 19, 2004 8:28:38 GMT -5
Sal and Commando were escorted inside Canton Wok by Sal's bodyguards, who wore expensive suits and had pistols. Once they got inside the Chinese restraunt, a waiter approached them and gave them a key. Just like in Little Italy, they went to a backroom, where many criminals already sat. There were the triads from Chinatown, the Russian mob, the German mob, the Irish gang and now the Italians. Sal, Commando, and several other high ranking Italian mobsters sat in the remaining seats. As soon as they sat, the meeting began. One triad stood up and began speaking.
Triad- Let's not waste our time on small talk. For those of you who don't know, I'm John Li. We are all here due to this kidgame running loose, killing our friends, robbing our stores, kidnapping whoever they feel. He has no fear. We all run from him. Just last week he sent a car through Chinatown, gunning down 3 people just to send me a message. That, my friends, is sick.
Sal- Well something must be done. I propose assasinating him with a sniper. I works 90% of the time we've done it.
Vladimir- Bah. I say a drive by.
Patrick- I say we bomb his mansion.
Li- Mansion..........I have an idea. Each gang sends 3 men. Everyone at this meeting is expected to go. Arm yourselves up, we are just going to storm it. As to who's in charge, not one gang can be in power. That's why Commando is here. Commando, you lead the raid.
Commando- Commando at your service.
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Post by DaBomb on Aug 19, 2004 10:29:36 GMT -5
Could we lessen the sizes of the forces? A million is reasonable on a country-wide scale, but we are dealing only with Portland, Vice city and the outskirts, and therefore we would have less.
I don't want to go on, but it's getting a little like the Bond Battle.
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Post by DaBomb on Aug 19, 2004 10:50:10 GMT -5
Dimitrì had let himself into the dinig hall of the deserted casino, and was sipping down a D & B while he waited for his new customer. His hair was shaven, but a neat beard curled aound his lips and his cheek. DB strolled inside his new casino, having accepted the responsobility for Dixon's grand empire, wearing a heavy, baggy trenchcoat.
Dimitrì - I hope you didn't mind me coming.
DB - Not at all.
Dimitrì - I take it ou were occupied...
DB - I recieved an urgent call. Business, as usual.
Dimitrì - I have come to talk about an alliance, between you and I.
DB - I am hearing that frequently now that I am the new head.
Dimitrì - Of course. Dixon was prosperous; but i am not asking for money, I am asking for support. Cooperation, if you will.
DB - Go on..
Dimitrì - I moved from Russia 6 years ago after hearing the news of a massive drug craze down here in Vice City. I had more friends then, native Russians, who were offering counterfeit bills in exchange for unlimited access to my weapon stores.
DB - Weapon stores?
Dimitrì - yes. I sold them to Dixon a while back when I needed to bribe several of the police chiefs. That's why you own them now. Anyway, my Russian friends were treacharous, and allied with the dirty Chinese rather than me. They said I was rash, and erratic. That I did not have a knack for business!
DB - And now you want revenge.
Dimtrì - Partially. I have an ally in the Russian mafia known as Christian, who manages the financial side of things. He is a monetary advisor, of sorts. If I can take out the bosses of that damn mafia, he will have much more of an influence in the organization.
DB - You want him in power?
Dimitrì - He will never be in power, but he too has friends, who would be next in line if the current bosses were killed.
DB - What do you get out of that?
Dimitrì - They would do service with me again. That is a worthy cause.
DB - And what do I get?
Dimitrì - I'll pay you 20 grand to kill them all. I would so it myself, but I'll get killed within a minute if I go near those Russian traitors!
DB - Deal. Just tell me where they are...
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Post by Commando on Aug 19, 2004 15:38:34 GMT -5
Commando, Sal, and mob soldier named Benito all strapped on bullet proof vests over their camoflugue. They all put ski masks over their heads, and then finally put on night vision goggles. Then they all picked up silenced M-16s and for backup a knife and a pistol. Each also had a flashbang. They got in the limo and drove to Chinatown, where the rest of the men were.
In total, there were 15 men. Sal, Commando, and Benito from the Italians. From the Chinese it was Li and two others. The Irish, Germans, and Russians were also here.
Commando- Alright guys you know the drill.
All- Yup.
Kid's known mansion was in the estate part of the city. It had armed guards, dogs, and lights guarding it, but nothing heavy, save for one bunker with a heavy machine gun at the gate. They were going to drive an 18 wheeler straight on through, jump out, gun down everyone outside, go in, and kill everyone, save the police's undercover man, a security guard inside. He would be giving sleeping pills to all men on duty when he handed out free beer in "celebration" of the police station being taken down. All was good as the men hopped in the truck and it pulled off.
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Post by DaBomb on Aug 19, 2004 18:23:53 GMT -5
DB took out his expensive Motorolla 750-T, and waited for Dimitrì to call. At the exact time the Russian did, and DB was quick to answer. He stood inside the grand town library, making use of the deserted halls to iron out the plan with his two accomplices. Each were intrcuted by Dimitrì to follow DB to the end, and were armed with sidearms and shotguns in case things got messy.
"Vladamir often stays home at times like this," Dimitrì whispered on the phone, "His thugs can handle most situations."
"Where is his room?" DB muttered while the two accomplices watched for eavesdroppers.
"Second floor, fifth window from the left, North wall," Dimitrì intructed, "A guard stands in every window, though."
"That won't matter," DB replied.
"Have you got an escape route?"
DB nodded. "One of your men will stay inside a Mini Cooper parked across the street from Vladamir," DB answered, "When we reach the intersection between 5th and Droitwich way there is a parking lot. We will ditch the Mini and use the Jauguar parked in the lot to get back to kid's mansion."
"Ditching the car. This is risky."
"We are all wearing gloves to prevent fingerprints. And I can remote detonate the Cooper," DB answered.
"Good luck," Dimitrì said, "And good hunting."
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There were multiple watchmen patrolling the vicinity of Vladamir's residence, and a thug in a window with a telescope. DB sneaked through the shadows with his one Russian ally, his backpack of Molotov Cocktails slung over his shoulder and his Frinesi in his hands. The accomplice took shelter behind a dumpster.
"Prepare to engage," DB whispered.
The Russian stood from behind the dupmter, and fired multiple shots of his silenced pistol at the patrolling guards. Two fell without a word, but another was hit in the arm and managed to raise the alarm.
While the Russian was serving as a distraction, DB moved in closer, lit the oily rag sticking from the neck of the whiskey bottle and threw it at the fifth window on the North wall. It smashed through the glass pane, and from his viewpoint DB could see the lick of flame inside. He threw another, this time at the front door, and then circled around to the back door. He set that alight too, after taking out a patrollman, and ordered his Russian accomplice to fall back.
All the exits were aflame, and the expensive carpeting, liquor bottles and other flammable goods inside Vladamir's house were alight, and spreading the flames quickly. DB dashed toward the Mini Cooper, leapt inside, and screeched off. The Russian accomplice who had engaged the enemy was struck multiple times with hangun bullets. This mission had been his last.
"They could find the culprits of the attack by checking the body!" the driver yelled.
"Don't worry, neither of you have serious criminal records," DB assured the driver, "And as far as everyone is concerned, you are not affiliated with Dimitrì in any way."
The Cooper halted, and the two dashed inside the Jaguar, detonated the Cooper and sped off to kid's mansion. Little did DB know Vladamir had not been in the house at the time.
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