Grand Theft Auto - Liberty City - Portland

[Commando]

The 18 wheeler slammed through the gate, right past the bunker, and into kid's fine garden. Fine sculptures of plants were crushed under the truck as the back opened and 15 heavily armed raiders jumped out. Immediatly they let loose a spray of bullets at the bunker, tearing apart the 2 machine gun operators. An alarm went off somewhere and immediatly guards came running out the front door, as well as around the side of the house. They were met by a burst of bullets, as the team fired into their unarmoured bodies. Most of the enemy had handguns, although 2 had AK-47s. Commando blasted away with his M-16, taking down a thug with multiple head shots. Sal unloaded into the security captain as the guard called for backup, and Vladimir stuck his bayonet through a wounded guards chest. The shooting continued for a while, until all of kids outside guards were dead. Commando looked around at the blood strewn enemy corpses, and motioned for an Irishman to go check the door.

The Irishman ran up to the door, which was already opened since men had come out. He was greeted by a handgrenade from a balcony. The Irish commando picked it up and was about to throw it back when it exploded in his hand, sending body parts everywhere. Immediatly the team sent a spray of gunfire through the door, blasting the grenadier off the balcony, and moved in to meet their contact and get kid.

[Kid Game]

Although nobody knew that kid wasn't at his mansion at the time. He was out shopping. His little PDA beeped. He took it out of his pocket and saw that commandos men were attacking his estate and that they had slaughtered only about 25% of the guards that were actually at the estate.

Kid punched in a few buttons on the keypad and a big shrill alarm went off at his estate with red alarms flashing everywheres. The security level went up and from a secret area on the side of the mansion, came at least 100 guards all with AK-47's, M-16's, a few with a Chaingun, some with grenade launchers, and othe assorted weapons. None of them had handguns. All of them had Heavy body armor on. The 100 guards ran to the front of the building and began shooting at commando and his team of soldiers. Luckily they managed to take out a few of commandos soldiers since kids soldiers all had automatics.

Kid entered in a few more buttons and this time the 20 automatic gun turrets in front of the house activated and began firing at commando and the enemy units. Also the front door was automatic so it closed by itself and locked shut so commando and his soldiers could not get in and luckily noone went in yet. Kid pressed another set of buttons which activated the proximity mines. They were special proxy mines since they could tell the difference from kids soldiers and commandos soldiers and that they could not damage kids soldiers- they could only hurt or kill commandos troops. Kid smiled as he saw one of commandos soldiers back up onto a mine while looking for cover. Kid wasn't about to let his mansion be taken although there wasn't anything important there anyways. The only important stuff there was a few video game systems. He had a delivery truck move all his weapons and other stuff to a place out of town to an undisclosed location. It was at another one of his mansions although at a hidden mansion.

Inside of his mansion kid had at least another 100 guards in light armor all with AK47's, M16's, rocket launchers and other stuff. Kid had told them hew knew commando was coming and that the guards were free to destroy the house. It was of no more use to kid anymore. Kid had also set the mansion to self destruct in 10 more minutes. Plus there were several turrets and autoguns inside just incase commandos team did get in. Kid just smiled. Commando and his soldiers were walking right into a death trap. They didnt know that kid wasnt home and that there were at least 200 soldiers and at least 40 or so autoguns (inside and outside) waiting to shoot at them nor did they know that the place was set to blow up in 10 minutes!

[Commando]

Commando dived for cover, and wrenching out his flash bang, hurled it into the enemy group. It exploded, blinding them. Commando then hopped into the 18 wheeler, along with 12 out of his 15 men. Time to get out of here. Commando drove over several of kids men, and out through the gate, past the ruined bunker. When they were about a mile away, the masion blew up, destroying kid's soldiers and the property. The men cheered that they had significantly reduced the size of kids men and destroyed some of his property. They had lost one Irishman, a Russian, and Benito. However they had not died in vain. Moral was up as the truck sped back to the safety of Chinatown. Commando's only regret was not knowing what had happened to his undercover man......

[DaBomb]

DB arrived at the scene shortly after the fire tucks had begun to spray the burning remnants of the exquisite mansion. There was a noticeable abscence of police cars; either they were searching the area for the culprits of the attack, or kid had wiped them all out. DB hopped out his fine Jaguar, after telling the Russian driver to keep his distance from the scene, and walked over to the fire brigade chief.

"What happened here, officer?"

The chief spun around and took of his helmet. "An explosion."

"A leaky gas line?" DB asked, "Was someone smoking in the house."

"Nope. A bomb," the chief replied.

"Who planted it?" DB asked, trying to sound astonished.

"We don't know. Now please, you must-," there was an explosion. "Oh my God!"

A fireman, or at least most of him, flew into the air, having approached a proximity mine. The rest of the firemen took steps back away from the estate, but 2 more were claimed by hidden mines. The chief spun back around to DB, in order to ask him to leave the premesis, but his flashy Jaguar had already screeched off.

***

The hidden mansion was significantly smaller, but was filled with many more prescious items. The floors where white marble, and the carved walls covered by tapestries and paintings. DB doubted kid liked such artistic stuff, and guessed that they were for show, or for sale if needed.

DB - I saw your mansion, kid.

Kid - Yes. That mother****ing policemen has screwed me again!

DB - Does he know you are here?

Kid - Nope. I found his inside man; he was trying to make out with some of my cash before the fighting started, but was blown up by a prox mine.

DB - Dead?

Kid - No. Just missing his legs. I'd like you to finish the job.

DB - Will do. Which hospital?

Kid - Syccamore. Do it quickly.

DB - Fine. When will you get back at Commando?

Kid - Soon. Very soon.

***

DB wore a different set of clothes this time, and on his face were fake rubber scars, freckles and cuts to make alter his appearance. He also wore contact lenses to change his eye colour and had dyed his hair blonde, just to make his less recognizable.

"I'm looking for Daniel Palmer," DB announced to the hospital receptionist, "Where is he?"

"Who are you, if I may ask?" the receptionist replied. Her hair was frizzy, and her lipstick spread to thickly over her thin lips.

"I'm the manager of his estate," DB lied, handing her a fake employment card, "And a good friend."

The receptionist shook her head while she inspected Palmer's medical file on the computer. "I can't allow any visitors at this time. Mr. Palmer is resting."

From out his pocket DB took out the cash Dimitrì had given him. He slid several notes to her. "I'll give you $600, just to see him for a minute."

"I'm sorry sir," the receiptionist stammered, trying to resist the tepmtation of the money.

"$1000," DB shot back.

The receptionist snatched the money, shoved it in her purse and directed DB to Palmer's room. Inside was a doctor, checking the numerous chemical sacks beside Palmer's bed.

"Excuse me, no visitors!" the docotr yelled.

DB pulled out his gun, and aimed it at the doctor. The latter, ran off, allowing DB to disconnet the security camera inside the room.

"Hello Daniel," DB smirked, "I heard about your accident. Stealing kid's money? That isn't very nice."

He shoved the gun into Palmer's temple. "Not very nice at all."

Palmer, the traitor, looked at DB with terror, and tried to beg for mercy. "Please, there must be a mistake..." he cried.

"There was a mistake," DB chuckled, "Letting you infiltate our organization. I'm going to rectify that mistake..."

"Please!"

There was a silenced gunshot, and then DB dashed out the room. Upon seeing the receptionist leaving for the night, DB grabbed her arm, threw her to the ground and reclaimed his $1000. He hurried into his car, now a Saab, and stepped on the throttle.

[DaBomb]

Miller had been demoted after the destruction of the police station and the Capital skyscraper; in fact, he was a mere street cop now, handing out speeding tickets and sorting out petty thefts. It was pathetic that such an acclaimed chief could be pushed so low by his superiors. Now it was payback.

Miller was not officially working for Dimitrì, but for 2 years he had provided all information the police were privvy to, for a small cheque in the mail every month. Dimitrì required the whereabouts of Vladamir, so that DB could finish the job, and Miller obediently complied.

After the attack, Vladamir had gone into hiding with the Chinese triads, who had also been harbouring and protecting Commando from harm. After piecing together information from a speeding report, a tip off and an eye-witness's account, he had found that these triads were inside a flashy coastal hotel, and made frequent journies to a Chinese restraunt.

Miller was on his mobile phone, informing Dimitrì of the news. "Yao & Wang's is very popular in Chinatown, and is very protective about the people who stay there. You'll have a hell of a time finding the Chinese triads there."

Dimitrì was tired and unimpressed. "I need a name, or a time. Something, Miller," he said.

"Three days ago we busted a cocaine hoarder in downtown, who was selling stolen jewelry and watches on the street," Miller explained, not wanting to jeopardize his work with Dimitrì, "He looked innocent enough, until we checked our theft reports. His face was on several of those reports."

Dimitrì nodded. "And he knows where Johnny Li is?"

"Yes," Miler answered, "He informed us that he was to meet with a Li and Vladamir over dinner at Canton...if that means anything to you."

Dimitrì shook his head. "Canton? By the way, what was he trying to sell?"

"16 pounds of cocaine," Miller answered grimly, "We were lucky to catch him."

"Kill him. But before you do, send his criminal record and picture to me," The Russian commanded.

"Why?" Miller asked.

"Because I have a certain guy who will be impersonating that drug hoarder," Dimitrì smiled. "You have proved your worth, miller. Expect an extra $200 in the mail"

[DaBomb]

I've got nothing to do. May as well post here.

The drug dealer and DB had similar physicalities; both had ash-brown hair, both were a little unshaven, but around the same height. It had been a talent of DB's since he was young; he was able to change his appearance with only a few modifications, and was able to fit in with the crowd immediately. He put in a new set of contact lenses, needed only for colouration and not for visual aid, and put on some loose clothing.

In his least conspicuous car he drove from out his personal garage, and drove at a normal pace until he found himself in Chinatown. Lights were strung across the streets, symbols of Chinese language, art and mythology influcned every building DB saw, and all around the Oriental population was staring at the white man. In his coat pocket was his prized set of dual pistols, and in an ankle holster was a thin dagger, though neither would be needed.

Dimitrì had loaded up the car with 16 pounds of cocaine, but had added cyanide to the white powder for when the triad lords tasted the chemical. If they did not, then DB would be forced to use his sidearm, an eventuality that he wished would not occur.

Canton? The name had puzzled Dimitrì, who was unfamilar with Chinatown, but DB knew the place; it was a friendly diner, always packed with customers and always very secretive about who they served. DB halted across the street from the diner, took the briefcase of cocaine from the passanger seat and checked his watch. 2 minutes to go.

***

He was welcomed to the back room when one of the triad lords had recognized his appearance; DB felt much more confident after that, knowing the disguise had worked perfectly. He brushed past the many tables in the Canton Wok, and seated himself at a long, oak table. All around were Chinese mafia, and Vladamir, eyeing the white man and his drugs.

"Have you got the money?" DB asked gruffly, not bothering to sip the tea, "Time is money."

Johnny Li ordered one of his bodyguard to open a leather briefcase. Inside was several thousand at least, a tempting prize for any criminal.

"It is all here," Li informed in his thick accent.

"Have you got what we need?" Vladamir interrupted. DB handed one of his bodyguards the briefcase. Vladamir looked impressed. "Wonderful! Wonderful," he said. "Nick, give him another...reward," the Russian continued.

A muscle-bound guard approached DB, and placed another briefcase on the table. He opened it with a smile, and pulled the 9mm pistol that was hidden within. DB was dumbfounded.

"I apologize, Mr...Bomb...but this is where we part ways," Vladamir jeered, "Whatever your mission, I won't let you complete it."

DB regained his composure, but did not bother to continue the charade; they knew it was him, and there was no reason to pursue the lie. "I am surprised that you could be so devious," DB muttered.

Vladamir and the other triad members stood. "Before you die, I want some information."

DB laughed. "Go **** youself!"

The bodyguard beside DB sent the pistol crashing down upon his skull, and began to search him for a weapon. While DB lay limply in his chair, his hand crept to his ankle, where it grabbed hold of the knife. Meanwhile, the bodyguard had removed both of DB's pistols, and had slid them across the table to Li.

"Kill him!" Li cried.

The bodyguard turned, and prepared to fie, but a searing pain ripped through his chest. DB had slammed the knife into the sternom of his enemy, and was now twisting it around, inside the body of the guard, to cause even more agony. While the triad members reached for their weapons, DB grabbed the pistol from the guard, threw the carcass to the floor, and let loose with his pistol.

2 bodyguards fell instantly, and another when the knife was thrown into his stomach. Vladamir ripped out his magnum, but the firearm was shot from his hands. The triad members did not risk reaching for their weapons like Vladamir.

"I regret that this hasn't gone to plan," DB smirked, "But it has all worked out in the end."

DB fired into the last bodyguard, but within an instant the back door opened, and several Chinese dashed inside the room, weapons blazing. DB splattered the brains of one on the wall, but took a bullet to the knee in the process. The triads went for their weapons, but DB fired his last 2 bullets into the group. Vladamir hit the ground, his chest blown apart by bullets, while the rest of the Chinese crowded around DB and beat him into unconsciousness.

[DaBomb]

DB was inside a limo, lying on one of the leather seats, his mouth taped shut and his hands bound behind his back. His eye was bruised, his nose bleeding, and his cheek bearing a large knife wound. The Chinese had been ruthless, but for an unknown reason had spared DB's life. The limo slowed, possbily as it drew into a parking lot or drive.

A bodyguard looked down at the prisoner. "He's awake, boss," he informed, his voice filled with anger and hate.

Li craned his neck from the seat infront. "Good. There is a good reward for him," he hissed bitterly. The capture of DB had come at a high price.

The chauffer, clad in a smart uniform, looked back at his boss. "We are almost here."

Where? There was no police station in Vice City, and very few police. Where was DB going?

"We are approaching the Manning construction building, sir," the driver said, "The pulverizer is ready."

Pulverizer? That was used for shearing logs into small pieces, and DB guessed such a machine would be used for a different purpose now. The rewrad for the capture would be DB's disenbowelment.

"I will enjoy seeing you die, Mr. Bomb," Li muttered, "Stick him in legs-first. I want the experience to last as long as possible."

***

Kid's ferarri was in hot persuit, having only been informed of DB's position via a small bug in his hair, and was steaming down toward the construction & serivce district of Vice City at high speed, using his nitro to get past the 100mph mark.

He saw the black limosuine infront, in no hurry, and decided it was time to act. Beside kid, armed with an AK-47 was Marcus, DB's old accquaintance, who had only just been paroled from jail. In the back seat were two goons, armed with pistols. Marcus leaned out of the Ferarri's window, and sent a clip of lead into the limo's tyres.

The black vehicle skidded, riding partially on rims, as spark flew from its rear. The crimson Ferarri continued to gain, while Marcus continued his onslaught.

***

Glass from the rear windshield scateered over DB shile one of Li's bodyguards pulled out his pistol, popped out from the sunroof, and fired at the chasing Ferarri. The windmirror of the Italian car was blown off, but the windshield appeared to be made of bullet-proff glass, and refused to crack.

Suddenly, the limo lost control, having lost another tyre, and span past the dusty hard shoulder, and onto the grassy plain beside the road. Kid's goons leapt out of their car, and Li's did the same.

***

Marcus sprayed another clip of lethal bullets at the limo, smashing the bonnet to pieces and taking down another Chinese bodyguard. Kid's two goons were providing cover fire, peppering the damaged vehicle with 9mm bullets. DB was left on the back seat of the car.

One bodyguard dropped, lead embedded in his skull, while one of kid's hitmen dropped to his knees in utter agony. While the fight wore on, DB was able to move into a position where he could open the car door. He grabbed the handle, pulled it hard, and fell out of the limo. The fight continued...

[DaBomb]

While the last of kid's goons ran toward his enemy, pummeling the limo with machinegun fire, kid sneaked over to DB, and dragged him back to the Ferarri.

"Thank God you are here!" DB thanked after kid ripped the tape from his mouth.

Kid shoved him into the backseat of the car, leapt into the driver's seat, and stepped on the accelerator. By now kid's goon had been utterly destroyed by the swift and cunning Chinese, allowing the latter to commence firing on the crimson Ferarri. The rear windshield was shivered into a thousand pieces, and the rear fender was barely hanging onto the Italian car, but kid had escaped, though not without losses.

***

Apparently kid had locked onto the bug in DB's hair, noticed he was not moving toward the rendevouz point, and decided to intervene. To compensate for damages to his Ferarri and for the loss of his two bodyguards, DB's paycheck had been severely drained. Still, the $100 or so inside would buy him enough whiskey to forget his blunders with the Chinese.

[Kid Game]

Kid hadn't gone off crying. He was still alive and well but since the national guard was here kid didn't want to arrouse suspicion and bring on more heat in the form of more cops FBI and national guard. For three days now there had been no sightings of Kid's Red ferrari meaning that he had to have gone into hiding or he switched to another vehicle one that nearly all citizens of portland own and drive. There was no way for commando to find out what vehicle kid was no using unless he saw a vehicle committing suspicious driving patterns or something and none was reported in at all. The car kid had been driving was nearly identical to the other citizens except for the license plate being different and it was an inconspicuous license plate too.

Kid had smiled once he found that the heat on his name had died down somewhat. It wasnt much but anything that got the cops slightly off of his back was good enough for kid. He didn't want to commit any crimes because he didn't want the cops to get tipped off about his new hideout and luckily only 2 people knew of kids new hideout- Kidgame himself, and DaBomb.

Meanwhile kid went to the movie theater to see what was playing but decided to leave upon seing nothing good.

"Guess Ill come back on september 10 and see resident evil apocalypse when it comes out" kid thought to himself.

Next he went to the grocery store to stock up on a few more items and then to the movie rental to get some action DVD's. Afterwards he stopped into the lottery shop and got some lottery tickets since the jackpot was now rather high and kid bought at least a hundred bucks worth of tickets.

He got into his car and drove casually off towards his hideout without anyone following him. Never once did he go over the speed or show off forms of road rage. In fact kid was also undetectable in the fact that his hair style was different, he had different sets of clothes now and his facial appearance had been altered. The cops would really be thrown off of his tracks now.

[Commando]

Damn! Li hissed as kid pulled away. He stood there for a minute, then told his driver to take him back to Canton Wok.

Inside Canton Wok was Commando in a black trenchcoat. He stood looking at Vladimirs dead corpse and then saw Li.

Commando- Well?

Li- Kid saved DB. I'm sorry I've failed.

Commando- Everyone makes mistakes Johnny. Just don't let it happen again.

Li- Of course.

Commando and Li walked out of the restraunt and down the street until they got to an apartment.

Li- I've got some heavy weaponary stored here. Maybe we'll find use for it after all.

Commando- Just what kind of weaponary?

Li- You'll see.

[TommyVercetti]

Tommy Vercetti had been at the huge weapon sale the other night at the starlight club and luckily escaped before the cops arrived. I had purchased several machine guns, a few automatics, a rocket launcher, a shotgun and lots of ammo. Kid seemed to be a big time criminal and I was going to get on his bad side. Not yet anyways.

My hideout was an old rundown apartment building located on the outskirts of the Red light district. It had a garage for several vehicles and whatever wasn't parked there was parked outside. There was room for the weapons I had been collecting and I had quite an impressive collection already.

I wasn't actively a criminal for a few weeks as I was watching the competition. Commando on the severely crippled police force and kidgame and DaBomb and some other small time lesser known criminals. I had wanted some of the spotlight. Yet kid hogged it all.

I got into my beetle and drove off towards the local ammunation gun shop. I went to steal some new guns that were in stock and when the owner got mad I simply shot him in the head with my magnum. I took the guns I had wanted and put them in my car then I drove off towards the local gamestop to get some games. I requested a bunch of playstation 2 and xbox games as well as a gamecube system and games and when the cashier found out I didn't intend to pay I shot him in the head too and then loaded my car with a gamecube system and a few hundred new gamecube, ps2 and xbox games as well as some magazines.

Then I checked my cars radar to see what stores were owned by Kidgame. I saw that he owned a buffet in the area so I went there for a visit. I walked inside with my dual magnums in my pocket and looked around. They had no good food so I got mad and raised my magnums and fired shots all in the room killing a bunch of people and wounding others. One person got out a cell phone and called 911 and told ambulance and police vehicles to come but I ignored it and got in my beetle and sped off. Within 20 minutes I was back at my apartment. I parked my car in the garage and several minutes later, had brought all my new guns and games into the house.

For a day's criminal activity it wasn't much. Some theft and robbery and a shooting at a buffet restaurant kidgame had owned. No doubt it would anger kid but that wouldn't matter if Kid never found out that Tommy Vercetti was the culprit. I smiled and laughed and then went and played some of the new games I stole.

[DaBomb]

Having inherited Dixon's throne, the weapon and ammunition stores belonged almost exclusively to him. When Tommy had barged in and stolen DB's property, then wrecked kid's buffet, he had crossed the line. It was payback time.

Miller had been the one who had recieved the 911 call, and was speeding on his police Harley Davidson when a call from DB prompted him for more information.

DB - Do you know where he went?

Miller - Not yet. There were multiple witnesses.

DB - Good. Call me when you have something.

Miller - Will do.

Miller approached the woman who had called 911; she was sitting inside the ambulance, a respirator mask over her face and a thick blanket over her shoulders. She seemed traumatized, but Miller needed answers.

Miller - I am Officer Miller. I am here to help.

Woman - He killed them...

Miller - ...yes. I want to now what happened. Can you identify the gunman?

The woman blurted out he description as tears rolled down her cheeks. Miller asked for a biogprahy of the gunman, having sent the information to the rag-tag HQ in a spare warehouse, and while it was being processed, he walked over to the eye-witnesses.

Miller - Excuse me, may I ask a few questions.

Tony - ...sure. Go ahead.

Miller - Did you see the gunman in his vehicle?

Tony - Yes. it was an ugly beetle, a beaten up one at that. It was going West.

Miller - I see. Did you see the registration? The License plate?

Tony - Fearless, or something like that.

Miller - (On his police phone) Linseed, I need the whereabouts of a beetle, with a novelty licesne plate that spells: "Fearless".

Linseed - Processing now.

Miller - Thankyou for your time.

Tony - You are welcome.

Linseed - Got it, Miller. It belongs to a Mr. Vercetti, in the Red Light District. He is charged on embezzlement, 7 counts of murder, 15 counts of theft and one of manslaughter.

Miller - Red Light? That is consistant with the Westwardly direction.

Linseed - Anything esle?

Miller - No. I'll be captruing this guy.

Linseed - Will you need backup? A SWAT team?

Miller - No. I'm very prepared.

Miller informed DB of the information, who then told kid of the news. Kid decided to lay low this time, but sent Marcus, DB and a squad of hitmen to take out the pest that was Tommy Vercetti.

[Commando]

Commando and Li stepped into the room and Commando's jaw dropped at what he saw. RPG's were lined up against the wall, stinger missle launchers in a closet, several anti-armor bazooka's in a corner, a bunch of grenade launchers in crates, and morters were lined up against the wall as well.

Commando- You could beat a small army! Why don't you guys use this stuff?!

Li- We never needed to....until now.

Li went and sat on a couch and turned on the TV. Another triad was in the building, carrying a AK-47 and guarding the weapons. On the news was great news.

"We are at the site of the notorious criminal kidgame's most prominant possesion. A full sized cruise ship. As you can see these National guard apaches are firing armor-piercing rounds into the boat, attempting to kill off kid's men. US marines are preparing to board as we speak. Our guess is that 125 terrorists are onboard, compared to 1500 military personall on the spot. We'll have more as this unfolds."

Commando looked at Li, then the two got up, each grabbed an RPG, and ran out of the room.

[DaBomb]

3 cars rolled onto the scene, filled with 5 hitmen each. The first team moved into the underground parking lot, where they commenced trashing the Beetle, puncturing and denting its bonnet with crowbars, and even stealing the radio. Meanwhile, the other 2 teams, including DB, strolled innocently up the stairs, hiding their weapons, until they reached the fouth floor.

There, they smashed open the doors, and rained fire inside the rom. TV, who had been counting his stolen cash for the day, immediately grabbed his handgun and rolled behind the couch. When the hitmen stopped to reload, Tommy dashed into the weapon storage room and grabbed an M16.

With plenty of cover available, it was going to be very hard to get a clear shot at an opponent, but with 10 men all against TV, and 5 more waiting on the stairs - the only way out - it looked like certain death. Of course, TV could always bargain his way out of the situation...

[Commando]

Commando, Li, and 3 triads sped to the cruise ship in Li's limosine. Immediatly a National guardsman halted the limo a mile away from the ship.

Soldier- I'm a afraid you'll have to turn around now. There is a situation going on down here.

Commando- I'm chief of police. These are deputized men. Let us in.

Soldier- Oh, it's you commando. Sorry about arriving so late. In my opinion, we should have been here as soon as you lost the first station.

Commando- Well, it's good to know that the fighting men have some sense of duty. Thank you soldier.

Soldier- Name's Paul Steele, at your service.

Commando- Nice to meet you Paul, now we need to enter.

Paul- Oh, of course.

The soldier stepped out of the way and the black limo drove into the harbor. Helicopters flew overhead, and several M1 tanks were on the premise. 200 Marines were getting ready to board the ship as National Guard snipers covered the area. Li, meanwhile, ordered the triads to get the RPGs out of the limo.

[DaBomb]

The party was for the very rich, and was being hosted by the even richer. Though kid was not there at the time, the manager of his estate was speaking for him. While a chorus of singers provided the musical entertainment, quail's eggs, caviar and 1862 wine were being eaten with zeal by the crime lords who appeared there.

There were bodyguards at all the exits, and several heavy-weapon goons who would go into the fray if need be.

The glass in the hand of one crime lord shattered, a warning shot from the shipers. The crime lords and the innocents jumped to the floor, while the bodyguards prowled for trouble.

[Commando]

Li fitted a rocket into his RPG, then aimed at the cruise ship, and fired it off. The rocket propelled grenade slammed into the side, blowing a large chunk out. The triads with RPG's began firing Rocket propelled grenades as well, blowing holes in the boat. All the national guardsman and newsreporters turned around in astonishment. A Colonel ran up and began to shout.

Colonel- What the hell are you doing?! This is a national guard operation here.

Commando- As chief of police I can do this if I please. This is still Portland Colonel.

Colonel- Well cease fire! We need to get the documents on that ship, and blowing it full of holes won't help!

Commando- Well, I'll watch then.

Li- Same here I guess.

The colonel stormed away and ordered the 200 marines to board the ship.

[TommyVercetti]

Luckily for tommy, noone failed to notice that it was all a setup and was actually a decoy. Tommy Vercetti was an excellent criminal and afterall he did own portland island as well as staunton and shoreside vale but after he left on vacation and came back there were other criminals in the area. If tommy wanted his territory back hed have to fight.

The apartment was a decoy. The beetle parked in the garage was one of at least 10 beetles owned by tommy and he didnt mind that it got destroyed. The person inside the apartment counting money? Well actually it was a robotic soldier counting fake counterfeit money. The robot was build by tommy vercetti and looked like him. It was set to shoot any intruders including DaBomb and the soldiers that barged in without knocking. In fact, the money it was counting wasnt actually money. It was actually a load of small bombs disguised as money. It was the perfect booby trap and noone would know about it until it was too late.

The robot was angry about being disturbed. It fired at the soldiers killing 2 but it was slowly being worn down and slowly became riddled with bullets. Suddenly it pulled a button out of its pocket and pressed it.

Robot- "You'll never survive this you dumb coppers or whoever the heck you are. Dieeeeeeeeeee! Exploding money will destroy you.! I am a robot built by the real tommy vercetti."

The bomb couldnt be defused and had a five second timer. In just five short seconds it would go kaboom and all the cops, swat teams (if any) and national guard would swarm the apartment and they would find dabomb and arrest him. It was tommys plan and he was glad it was working. Well he wasnt there to watch so he didnt know if it worked or not but he knew it would.

Tommy was actually at a friends house. He was up near the cliffs edge that overlooks the ocean. It was up in Hepburn Heights (In Grand theft auto 3 in portland i think hepburn heights is where that mafia leader salvatore leone is. You know "The Don" that guy. Theres always mafia cars around? I thing thats hepburn heights isnt it? if not let me know ill edit the post).

The real tommy vercetti was over in hepburn heights staying with Salvatore Leone. Salvatore was the leader of the mafia. He owned property all across liberty city and had lots of money and friends. His mansion was big and luxorious and had tons of things to do. There were mafia cars parked all around as well as some expensive luxury cars in the garage. There was a great view of the ocean one way. In the front of the house was a big concrete wall to stop intruders from climbing over. It was at least 10 foot tall and had barbed wire at the top. In order to enter the compound you had to get buzzed in by salvatore but only after being searched by the several mafia guards outside. Defensively outside there were at least 10 mafia cars and around 30 or so mafia men and several auto guns. Inside the complex were lots of cars near the mansion and there were at least 500 men patrolling the grounds. There were snipers hidden all about and there were some rocket troops and flamethrower soldiers too. There were at least over 100 automatic gun turrets and about 20 or so rocket turrets for killing any enemy soldiers. Inside the mansion salvatore had a large armory full of thousands of guns and boxes of ammo that salvatore had collected over the year.

Salvatore leone and tommy vercetti were in one of the tea rooms enjoying a cup of tea and talking about their old time friendships. They were still friends and salvatore said that tommy could stay at the mansion as long as he wanted in exchange for doing favors for salvatore and paying some rent. Tommy had tons of money anyway so he didn't mind paying some rent and he loved doing odd jobs for people especially killing or drug runs or something and would be happy to do that for his old friend and mafia boss, Salvatore Leone.

It was around 7:45 pm and was getting dark so tommy and salvatore walked outside and watched the beautiful sun set for several minutes and then went back inside to have more tea and talk.

[DaBomb]

The robot toppled backwards, magnum bullets in his metal skull, while his neural net sparked and spluttered. Miller grabbed the wad of cash bombs from the table, and hurled it out of a shattered window. It fell to the ground, where it exploded, killing 3 innocent bystanders and overtuning Miller's police bike.

DB activated his headset. "All units, evacuate, repeat, evacuate!" he yelled. Immediately the remaining hitmen DB and Miller hurried from the scene, leapt into their inconspicuous cars and sped off, shortly before the police force arrived.


***

Captain Dyson, inside the abaondoned warehouse, sat at his desk inside the rudimenatry police-force HQ, reading reports and interviews concerning the earlier explosion. Miller walked up to his cubical, having walked back, and awaited instructions.

Dyson peered over the reports. "$12, 000 in damages, $14, 500 in medical bills and firefighter expenses?" he groaned, "We can't afford this, Miller. The city cannot afford to waste money like this."

Miller stood straight. "Of course not, sir. I will go after this scumbag," the traffic cop and secret insider replied.

Dyson's face disappeared back behind the reports. "I want your version of the story," his voice came from behind the paperwork, "I have read your report, but I want your own opinion."

Miller tried not to smile. This was perfect. "It was Tommy Vercetti, or at least a robotic version of him," Miller informed, "Whenb we brust in, we tried to reason with the thing."

"And of course, it didn't work," Dyson assumed.

"Precisely!" Miller shined, "When it saw us, it hurled the bomb out of the window onto the people below, and drew his...it's weapons."

Dyson slammed the reports onto the desk. "Killing multiple bystanders!" he interrupted. "Miller, I ant swift action taken against this threat. Use all that you need; information, manpower, weapons, anything, as long as you come back here with this guy in cuffs." Dyson's voice was demanding, but had hpoe in the demoted Miller.

"It will be done," Miller said as he withdrew.

***

According to Miller and the reports he had so generously supplied, Tommy was residing at Hepburn heights with a small-time criminal named Leone. Though information about the latter was scarce, kid was able to locate the area of the mansion and perform a reconissance mission.

Kid drove by inside his personal Ford, which had been disguised as a taxi, and in no hurry drove past the mansion, inpecting the patrols and security. It was impressive, but definiely not impenetrable.

Across the street from Leone was the Ebert & Arms hotel and the Stanton & Fixby tool shop. The latter would provide a decent viewpoint, and security (if old man Fixby was paid enough) while the former would be a good place to launch the attack. Several hitmen, posing as employees of Fixby, were stationed in the store, while multiple snipers were hidden up - out of view of all in the mansion - inside the hotel.

As a last resort, kid would use his personal plane, bought from the Irish 4 years ago. It was used to put out the rabid bush fires around Vice City by dumping water from above, but instead kid would use it to dump oil on the mansion, while it could be lit into a blazing inferno. After studying Leone's mansion, there appeared to be no SAM sites or forms of aerial combat, and the plane's flight would be out of range of bullets or rockets.

There were only 2 ways out of the mansion: the road, which of course woyld be covered by hitmen and drive-by specialists, or the small beach cove behind the mansion, which would be occupied by the coastguard and multiple troops.

[DaBomb]

The plan was in motion, and all of kid's forces were working toward the assassination. Every detail was ironed out, every problem corrected and every possible escape attempt accounted for. Tommy Vercetti was a sly criminal, who had outwitted DB before, and that would not happen again. Kid had too much of a reputation to let him fail now.

The firefighting plane had been turned into a fire-inducing one, and it's water hold was filled with thick oil, which would be set alight by flares from kid's henchmen. Though it was likely Leone had a fire surpression system in place, all patrols in the compound would be killed, their guard towers destroyed and the mansion severely weakened. A bomb squad had checked the plane for faults or traps, but it had come up clean.

Constant surveilance of the mansion was not conclusive, but they had not seen TV nor Leone leave the building. There had been several hit-and-run squads stuffed into a luxury car at one point, no doubt out to perform a heist, but each one had been identified by Miller and an arrest warrent had been placed on their heads.

There were 4 henchmen inside Stanton & Fixby's, armed with light combat armour under their employee uniforms and Galil-arm machineguns hidden inside the store. Inside the hotel were 12 snipers, located in different floors on different rooms, each aiming at a different target.

Once the oil had been dropped, and set alight by the flares, it would be DB's job to cut the power via a termainal inside the mansion's garden. It would not be easy to get inside the fence, nor bypass the patrols, but DB hoped the fire, in conjuction with the snipers and bodyguards, he would be able to short-out the power terminal to render the autoturrets powerfless and thus useless.

But Leone was not stupid. he suspected an attack, though not one of this scale, and had upped the security by increasing guard numbers and providing them with M16s, if the going got rough.

***

DB slid his pair of wire clippers inside his belt (for gaining access through the non-electircal fence), placed a small pistol in a shoulder holster and slung a shotgun over his shoulder. It all amounted to quite a heavy load, especially with the heavy armour vest he wore on his chest, but sacrifices had to be made for the success of the mission. Kid had spent exhorbitant amounts on this mission; the oil to be dropped had cost a good deal, bribing the airport staff had too, and the hotel rooms were not cheap by any means. That was the cost of success.

As for the concrete wall, that would be blown apart by the rocket launcher troops, who hid inside a small alley, posing as homless tramps.

The attack was due to start at 1300 hours, one hour from now.