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#21 crazychicken17

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Posted 17 March 2004 - 06:39 PM

Anyone other than Nick Kang have any comments?

Part 11: Wasted

Only four men remained in the front garden, and three of them were Haitians. Tommy watched helplessly as one of his men was mercilessly ripped to shreds by the high-calibre bullets of the Haitians. He crouched, took a deep breath, aimed, fired! The recoil was too great and the shot flew wide. The Haitians looked around, shocked and worried. Tommy breathed slowly, and took more careful aim this time: a Haitian was thrown backwards by the force of his bullet. But the other two had seen him, and he ducked behind the wall, not a moment too soon, for bullets cracked past where his head had been just moments before, and didn’t stop coming. ###### down on that side of the building, he crawled over to the other, reloading as he did so. Peering over the wall, he saw nothing but rubble and fire. He clenched his fist at the site of the back wall of his precious house, reduced to nothing but a pile of metal and stone. And now he had another, very real worry: police sirens were drawing closer, and this time, there was no denying what had happened: the wreckage of a plane was burning on his patio, and his walls were stained red with blood.
Gunfire from inside told him, though, that the fight was far from over. But there were two men in his front yard, and he was confident that he could take care of them. He moved back to the front wall, and took aim again: the Haitians had given up on him, and probably thought he was dead. They clearly were not expecting him to fire again.

Steve stopped at the gates: two angry looking men were there, and he had no weapon. He felt fairly certain that they were working against Vercetti, and he didn’t want to take any risks. How would he get past them? But his question was answered before it had fully formed in his head: two shots were fired in quick succession, and both men fell dead. Extremely worried and nervous, he crept towards the building, keeping his head down, and glancing around all the time.

All of the fighting had moved to the main hallway; out of sight from Vercetti’s rifle. He was completely exhausted, and in no fit state to go down and help his men. He collapsed against a wall, and almost lost consciousness. The sound of the sirens snapped him back into reality. They were extremely close now. He had thirty seconds, maximum.

Phil pressed himself against the wall, silently praying to a god he had never believed in to spare him from the Haitians. There could not be more than two of Vercetti’s men left in the hall, against four of the Haitian’s best warriors. And the police sirens were so close, and he had only managed to call three people for reinforcements… he fumbled through the file he had grabbed from Vercetti’s desk. Two shots rang out, then the gunfire stopped. Phil had no illusions as to who had won. With quivering hands, he punched eleven numbers into his mobile phone.
The sole survivor of the battle, whilst reloading his gun, saw a flicker of movement through one of the doors upstairs. Slowly, and silently, he crept towards the door.
The phone rang eighteen times, and with each ring, Phil’s heart beat faster and faster. Eventually he got the answerphone, and cursed silently before dialing the next number.
The Haitian was disappointed. It wasn’t Vercetti.
This time Phil only had to wait for three rings of the phone. A gruff sounding man answered.
“Yes,” whispered Phil, “Thank god… Get to the Vercetti Est-“
“Where’s Vercetti?” came a voice. Phil dropped the phone. His heart stopped beating at the sight of the colt python pressed expectantly against his temple.
“Where’s Vercetti?” said the man.
“I… I don’t know,” stammered Phil.
“Sure you don’t. Where’s Vercetti?” repeated the man.
“I’m telling you, I don’t-“, then the man shot him.

Vercetti heard the final shot. The rotor blades started to spin, and he fumbled with the controls as if it would somehow make him take off faster. His heart raced as various indicators rose quickly. He felt as if they were measuring how likely he was to be caught by the police. After what seemed like an eternity, a red light flashed, and he reached for the joystick.
“Not so fast.” A black man wearing a purple and white suit was standing next to him, a fully loaded Colt Python in his hand. Vercetti almost cried.
“Take your hands off the joystick,” said the man. Vercetti had no choice but to oblige. Ideas bounced about his mind, each of them as useless as the one before. This was no spy thriller. He didn’t have the perfect gadget to help his escape. He didn’t have a gun-toting sidekick rushing to his rescue. His enemy was not going to let him stall for time. He closed his eyes and waited for the shot.
The shot came almost instantly. Two seconds passed. Vercetti opened his eyes in surprise, after realising that he was not dead. The Haitian stood before him, a look of agony and shock on his face. After a brief moment, the man fell to his knees, then slumped down on the floor. Tommy saw the back of his shirt was stained red. And, standing a few metres behind the corpse, holding a Colt .45 in trembling hands, his eyes wide open with terror and disbelief, was Steve Johnson, the man who had already saved his life once before.

There was no time for congratulations. There was scarcely even any time to talk. Vercetti just signalled for Steve to join him in his Maverick, and, as the first of the police cars pulled into his front garden, sirens blazing, the helicopter took off, and within a minute had disappeared out of sight from all of the police.
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Posted 17 March 2004 - 07:43 PM

great job, I read the first two sentences and I was just too shocked to read the rest! :huh:

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Posted 17 March 2004 - 07:57 PM

Hmmm, why does it not surprise that you can't be bothered to read it?

Oh well...

Part 12 coming soon, people!
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Posted 17 March 2004 - 08:39 PM

Good job again crazy, keep it coming mate. I look forward to hearing what happens to the Vercetti Gang now
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Posted 21 March 2004 - 05:04 PM

Oh dear, I think I've dug myself a hole here. I'm sure I'll be able to write my way out of it, though.

Part 12: Supermod.

Sergeant James Reed surveyed the wreckage. Men in white coats rushed around him, collecting all the evidence: and there was a lot of evidence to collect. Men in blue covered the isle in yellow tape, and what little spectators there had been were being hustled away. Those who actually lived in Starfish, however, stared, amazed, from their windows, and there was little the police could do about that.
A loud, horrible hissing broke Reed’s train of thought, as firemen tried their best to extinguish the overpowering flames. And an officer with a clipboard was standing eagerly at his shoulder.
“Hello, officer,” he snarled. “What have you got?”
“Sir. This house belongs to a Mr. Ricardo Diaz. In the past three years, he’s been on trial twice for drug-related charges, but he was found innocent both times. His business includes-”
“I know Mr. Diaz,” snapped Reed. Who hadn’t heard of Diaz, probably Vice City’s richest man? “Anything else? How about that helicopter?”
“Yes, a blue Maverick. It took off from the roof, moments before the forces arrived.”
It took Reed less than half-a-second to make the logical connection.
“Obviously,” he said, “whoever was in that heli’ was trying to escape. From us. And, anything from forensics?”
“Well, it’s too early at this stage, really. But from what the men were wearing, we can distinguish who was on what side.”
“How d’you mean?”
“Well, twelve of the bodies are black men, all wearing a distinct purple-and-white outfit. We could probably also find out more from the types of bullet used.”
“That’s not important to me. I want to find out who the men where.”
“Once again, it’s too early, sir.”
Reed cursed, and dismissed the officer. He stared down at the scribblings in his notepad. They made little sense, and gave him no lead. He ripped off the page, and threw it into the smouldering fire, before going to interview the head of forensics.

The Maverick wobbled precariously, its engine sputtering as it frantically tried to suck in what little fuel remained. As two semi-frozen figures were pulled up into the waiting Speeder, the final ounce of oil caught light, and the Maverick gave up the fight and started to fall. It crashed into the water with an alarming speed, but the Speeder, and the two men it had just rescued, was already long gone.
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Posted 21 March 2004 - 05:23 PM

Good job again crazy, I like the way that you nade it seem that Tommy and Steve had been in the chopper when it fell
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Posted 21 March 2004 - 05:41 PM

Crazy, you're frikkin brilliant. I just read the whole thing, and I have GOT to say I loved 'em. When is the next part coming?

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Posted 26 March 2004 - 10:13 PM

Er, roundabout.... now.

Part 13: Spam

A pile of heavy papers landed on Reed’s desk with a resounding thud. Reed glanced up and silently cursed.
“This is everything we’ve had on Diaz in the past two years,” announced the brash young officer who had just handed the papers to him.
Reed put his pen down, and lifted up the first sheet.
“And?”
“Well, two main things. First thing: Two years ago, he was arrested on drug-related charges, but he had a convincing alibi and no charges were pressed. Second thing, and here’s the weird part: no-one’s heard anything from or about him in the past five months.”
Reed glanced up, eyebrows raised.
“Okay. Anything else I should know?”
“Yes,” said the Officer, brandishing another wad of papers, although much thinner. Reed frowned at the sight of more paperwork. The Officer continued:
“We’ve got the IDs on all of the bodies. Twelve of them are from Little Haiti, and are members of the suspected criminal group known as simply ‘the Haitians’. The rest were under the payroll of Diaz.”
“I see.”
“Yes, but here’s the funny thing; since Diaz’s supposed disappearance, their paycheques have actually been coming from a Mr. Thomas Vercetti.”

Slowly, with the uncertainty of a small child taking his first steps, his head swimming and his pulse racing, Steve climbed back to consciousness. The meaningless blare coming from all around him gradually became recognisable noises, with the sound of man talking from somewhere near him. He pried his eyes open. A blue and white blur was sitting in the corner of the room, holding a grey blur to its ear. Steve shook his head, and the blur became Tommy Vercetti on his mobile phone, his clothes torn, and every inch of his body bruised and beaten. As his thoughts caught up with him, Steve realised that he wasn’t in a much better state. Then, soon after his thoughts had caught up, his senses caught up too like a punch in the face, and he suddenly became aware of just how bad a state he was in, through intense pain coming from nowhere in particular. He raised his head. He could have sworn he heard bones grinding as he did so.
“Where am I?” he rasped.
Vercetti hung up.
“The Boatyard.”
“On West Island?”
“How many other boatyards are there?”
Steve was in agonising pain, but that didn’t prevent him from smiling. Vercetti clearly hadn’t changed a bit.
“How did we… the helicopter…”
“The helicopter is at the bottom of the sea, about a mile south from here.”
“Wha? So how did?”
“I called some of my men; they took a boat out to meet us.”
Steve suddenly forgot his pain and jumped to his feet.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed, limping around, frustrated. “I can’t be here… I have a job, I have a life, I-I can’t go to jail, I- holy shit, I killed someone… I killed someone… and, and Joey, what was he doing, I saw him, before I was called? And - Jesus, the police - they’ll be coming… and… oh my god, I’ve gotta get outta here…”
He turned towards the exit. Vercetti was standing in his way.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Oh yes I frolicking am, I was supposed to be at work-“ he glanced at his watch. The hands weren’t turning. “Shit!” he screamed, and he unstrapped the watch, and threw it off the dock and into the sea, “Shit, I can’t believe it…”. He turned to Vercetti, “you owe me a new watch, okay? In fact, you owe me a helluva lot more, I’ve saved your life twice and I haven’t even had a thank you.” He took a threatening step towards Vercetti.
“Jones, Carter!” cried Vercetti. “Take this man to my apartment at the Hyman Condo. Stay with him until I arrive.”
“Can’t even remember my name…” murmured Steve angrily as a heavy hand fell on each of his shoulders.
“See you in a few hours,” said Vercetti, walking, almost casually, towards a speedboat. He turned around. “Steve.”
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Posted 26 March 2004 - 10:51 PM

Good job again Crazy, hopefully there'll be another shootout in the next chapter as you write about those really well :coolthumbup:
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Posted 26 March 2004 - 11:17 PM

How do you write such good stories??They're really good


Wait, maybe you like to write?

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Posted 26 March 2004 - 11:45 PM

Again, very good. Although, I always did hate cliffhangars.

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Posted 27 March 2004 - 10:05 AM

For those of you who care, this story is now being posted at www.fanfiction.net.
For those of you that don't:

Part 14: Search

Fingers wore themselves away at the keyboards, searching for every last scrap of information. Then, the saving grace arrived.
“Sir, Vercetti used his credit card within the past five minutes.”
“Where?”
“Ammu-Nation, West Island, sir.”

To the casual observer, the only remaining sign of Vercetti’s injuries was a very slight limp, a black eye, and a small cut on his face. He had changed his clothes, and tended to most of his cuts and scratches, but there was not much he could do about the black eye. However, he reasoned that it wouldn’t be a very big head turner. This was Vice City, after all.
Behind Ammu-Nation, a speedboat was waiting, moored to a large rock. Vercetti climbed down into it, and started on to his next destination. He could hear police sirens, but he was confident that they weren’t for him. That was the beauty of it. The police chased Ricardo Diaz’s ghost, while he raked in the profits.

“Vercetti left here just before we arrived, over.” came the crackled radio report.
“Damn… okay, we’re working on it.”

From the boatyard, it was just a thirty second drive to Sunshine Autos.

“Intel recommends you check the Malibu Club, East Island. Records show he comes there at nine-hundred hours every day to collect his revenue. Over.”
“I read you, we’re on our way.”

Vercetti stared through the glass at the mindless citizens bumbling about around his car showroom. He then ambled down the ramp, and found himself in his garage. A man was waiting for him.
“Hello, Phil,” Vercetti mumbled, walking to one of the garages.
“Hello, Sir. Er… what happened? Your eye?”
“I fell,” said Vercetti nonchalantly as the garage door rumbled open.
“Really?”
“I fell,” said Vercetti, almost angrily. He then disappeared into the garage. An engine rumbled. Then he appeared again in a white Infernus.

“Attention all units, Vercetti has been sited at Sunshine Autos!”

“May I ask what’s happening?” said Phil. “ what happened last night at the Estate? How did the mission go? Y’know, the ‘big mission’, where I gave that guy Joey our best car? And-“
“Shut up Phil. I’ll tell you what’s happening. I’m leaving this frolicking state, that’s what.” Vercetti opened the glove compartment and took something out. “It’s just I’ve got some stuff do first.”
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Posted 27 March 2004 - 10:42 AM

Great job again Crazy and you got a couple of chapters within 24 hours of each other. :coolthumbup:
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Posted 29 March 2004 - 10:50 PM

Great story.

Make me want to play vice city again. I broke my old one and am now waiting for a new copie for my b-day..which is in 8 days :w00t:
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Posted 04 April 2004 - 09:16 PM

Ooh, big plot event, this one. Expect a gunfight soon, all I need to do is think of a viable reason to have one...

Part 15: Banned.

Steve sat on the sofa, in too much pain to sleep, too tired to do anything else. He glanced around the room uneasily, at the two men who seemed to be ignoring his presence. He coughed slightly. They didn’t move. He coughed again.
“Er…” he said, uncomfortably, “Where’s Vercetti?”
For the first time in an hour, the men seemed to notice him. The glanced in his direction, looking annoyed.
“He’s coming,” one of them grunted, then turned back to his magazine. Steve sighed.

Vercetti marched towards the building, flinging open the doors with a crash, turning a few heads in the process. He whipped out his mobile, and punched in a number. It was answered almost immediately.
“Hello, Ken Rosenburg, Attorney, how can I-“
“Ken, it’s Tommy.”
“Wha-? Oh, Hi Tommy, how ya’ doing, I-“
“Shut up and listen. I want you to call Avery, Phil, Cam, Mercedes… everyone, tell them to pack their bags and meet me at Escobar by Two O’ clock, you got that?”
“Yeah, I-“
“You screw around, you get left behind, so-“
“Wha, wait, wait, wait, Tommy. What’s happening.”
“We’re moving, Ken! We’re getting out of this city, we’re getting out of this state, shit, I might even leave this whole country.”
“Wha- why?”
“Havn’t you heard? My frolicking mansion is now nothing but a pile of rubble infested with cops!”
“Oh, right, yeah, but-“
“No buts, Ken!”
“But! But Diaz... they’ll be chasing him, not us.”
Vercetti lowered his voice and leant against a wall.
“Listen, Ken, they may start off looking for Diaz, but sooner or later, it’ll all come crashing down on me. They’ll recover documents from my desk, they’ll trace my men back to me… I’ve gotta get away. I can hear police sirens now, for all I know, they could be coming for me! I’ve been in jail once, I’m not going back. No amount of bribes can save my ass from a jury now. I’ve packed, I’ve prepared… the leader of the Haitians, in the last half-hour, I’ve moved heaven and Earth to track him. We could have found James Poulet before now, its just that we never made any effort. Now, I’ve killed three of his top men and hacked into the police database to track him down, and now I’ve left him sprawled over his own sofa in a pool of blood, because, if there’s one thing I had to do before I got thrown into jail, It was to make sure that that bastard wasn’t alive to see it. Now, I-“
The door was thrown open again. A man shouted. Tommy dropped the phone, the man was calling his name. Abandoning all thought of self-preservation, he wildly ran towards the stairs, but a bystander, seeing what was happening went to trip him up. He didn’t fall, but he stumbled for a few vital seconds, but that was all they needed, and they slammed him to the floor. Something cold and metallic fell on his wrists, and he heard a loud click, then there was a hand on his shoulder, and he was rolled over, face up. He stared up. A smirking cop with short, blonde hair and glasses stared back at him.
“Tommy Vercetti,” said James Reed, “you’re under arrest.”
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Posted 04 April 2004 - 10:48 PM

So Tommy got arrested? There's a perfectly good reason to have a gunfight. His men attack the police convoy and free him.

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Posted 05 April 2004 - 04:13 PM

Yeah Tommy being in jail is a great idea for a heavy gunfight. Surely all his gang members and friends would try and break him out
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Posted 06 April 2004 - 11:13 AM

Yes, of course there'll be a rescue attempt. Not yet though, because for once, I have a basic idea of what I'm gonna write before I start writing it ;).
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Posted 07 April 2004 - 11:58 AM

Part 16: Unactive.

A man walked into the Greasy chopper. He strolled up to the bar as if he was above everyone else there. He shouted instructions to the bartender. The man next to him recognised the voice. He looked up, surprised.
“Joey?” he said.
Joey looked at the man. He jumped.
“Steve?”
“Yep.”
“Hey, Steve! How’ve you been?”
Steve sipped his beer.
“Well,” he said, “since Vercetti was arrested, I’ve been threatened, abused, shot at, spat on, injured, nearly arrested, and yesterday, I got fired from my ‘non-criminal’ job. Which,” he added, “is why I’ve been here all day.”
Joey chuckled.
“Well,” he said, “since Vercetti was arrested, I’ve made a small fortune from street racing. But, you said you’ve been nearly arrested? Why, what have you been up to?”
Steve smiled.
“Just because the gang I was in gets dissolved, that’s not enough to stop me. Same goes for you, obviously. You said you’ve been street racing.”
“Yeah, but that’s basically all I’ve done.”
“Y’know what,” interrupted Steve, “I’ve been thinking. Why hasn’t anyone tried to bust Vercetti out?”
Joey chuckled again and patted him on the back.
“Boy, half a year and you’re still a total newbie. The legal battle’s still going on, Steve! If someone bust Vercetti out, that’s all the evidence they need! But anyway (he lowered his voice), its funny I should run into you, because I need men for this thing I’ve been planning.”
Steve raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah,” continued Joey, “I’ve already got three men, but I need a few more. You’d be perfect Steve, you’re an amazing shot! No, don’t deny it, you are, I’ve seen you at the shooting range. If we pull this off, Steve, we won’t need Vercetti. We’ll be made men! Screw Vercetti, we could start our own gang! So, tell me, do you want in?”
Steve shrugged, but his mind was already made up. If this was as big as Joey made it out to be, it could be all he needed to restart his career. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could do anything, Joey thrust a slip of paper into his hand and left the bar, leaving his drink behind him.
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Posted 17 April 2004 - 01:38 PM

Good job again Crazy although you'll probably need to change the title of this topic if Vercetti doesn't get out
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