RPG Liberty City - Invasion

[Flash]

[B]2:32pm
Hepburn Heights[/B]

Yardie: So wat be all dis talk 'bout dem Ruskies invadin' di docks?

[i]Perro Grande, a leading member of the Diablos is discussing important matters with a Yardie representitive over the phone.[/i]

Perro: Los Rusos have taken the east side.. Portland docks. Los Leones are getting uptight, and the Triads are jumpy as well... mucho trouble, amigo.

Yardie: Caw, yuh dun know wat drubble is. Wez got dem Yakuza on da rise, wit de Columbians returning di Pan Lantic site, rite? But if'ats licensed to de Zaibatsu, den we in fo some serious problems. And wez gonna be stuck smack dab in de middle.

Perro: Lay low, amigo. Let the gangs fight. We not get involved, we not get capped.

Yardie: Wez be laying low aight. But wez gotta stick 'gether, watch ch'others backs.

Perro: Bueno, Bueno. We're sending a shipment of arms--

[i]A bullet slams into the phone box, knocking the line out. Perro jumps back, drawing his own .45, and looking around. Before he even sees it coming, a black Esperanto slams into him, knocking him across a row of benches, and into a brick wall. He lies in a pool of blood, coughing and spluttering. The esperanto's driver side door opens, and a man steps out. Black trenchcoat, slicked back black hair, and a cigarette placed between his lips. He takes it out of his mouth and throws it on the ground as he walks towards the crippled Diablos.[/i]

Flash: Well well, if it isn't Perro Grande. I thought you died in the Hepburn Heights SPANK bust a few years back..

Perro: **** you, Flash..

Flash: Charming.

[i]Flash pulls his right arm up, aiming his Colt Python Magnum at Perro's head. He was about to pull the trigger, when he heard shouting, and the stomping of boots.. He turned around, only to see a mass grouping of Diablos, all armed with Baseball bats and Uzis... His expression changed to one of dread, and he cussed under his breath, and began to raise his hands.[/i]

Diablos #1: We got you now, Flash.

Diablos #2: Yeah, this time you ain't busting nobody, híbrido.

[i]Flash hears the squealing of tires not far off, and grins. He laughed, and pointed his gun foward, at the Diablos, who quickly return the favour.[/i]

Flash: I'm gonna fire one shot, and you'll all be dead.

Diablos #2: Bullshit. We gonna kill you, then turn you into the ATF, Senor. They'll know you're a double agent.

Flash: I doubt it.

[i]Several Black Kurumas shriek to a stop behind the diablos, and 4 FBI agents get out of each. Armed with AK-47s, they quickly mow down the gang members, while Flash turns to Perro behind him, and unloads a single bullet into the gangsta's forehead. In a few seconds, it's all over. 8 Diablos dead, and not a single other casualty. Very good, considering the record of civilian deaths in this city. An FBI agent walks up to Flash, obviously a rookie by the look on his face.[/i]

FBI Agent: Are you all right, Sir?

Flash: Never better. But get here quicker next time, those bitches almost had me...

FBI Agent: Sir, were we really dispatched for self defence from an act that [i]you[/i] instigated?

Flash: None of your business, rookie.

[i]Flash pushes the rookie aside, and walks quickly to his Esperanto. He guns the motor, and leaves in a hurry, leaving the FBI rookie standing in a cloud of dust...[/i]

[Gavin]

[color=teal][b]Torrington
8:20 p.m.[/b]

[I]Zen pulls up outside a familiar location he turns off the radio and looks up at the massive sign overhead [b]Kenji's[/b]. This casino belongs to the son of Kenji who died in the same Cartel attack as his father did. He watches the card players eagerly hoping to win a measly few thousand, all the while wasting much more in the process. Zen wondered how people with so little brains could actually stand up right and think properly. He strolls down the brightly lit hall with it's expensive carpets and wallpaper and saunters into the owners room his eyes fixed on those of the a familiar face, an old friend of his named Ken Kasin. Ken or Kenji as his is known is the son of the late owner of the Casino and Zen's oldest friend and newest employer. Zen walks up to him and smiles leaving a briefcase down onto the table, his latest rounds in protection had paid off[/i]

[b]Zen[/b]: How's business Ken, same as always I hope

[b]Ken[/b]: It could be better if it were not for those Cartel, every week they wreck up a club or a business and it is really aggravating me. Pretty soon we will have a war on our hands, I'm going to call a meeting with the other bosses in resolving this little matter.

[b]Zen[/b]: But Ken you are the Waka-Gashira it is up to you whether we war or not, true?

[b]Ken[/b]: Yes that is true but I need the support of the other bosses for it to be a victory and not a defeat in the war

[b]Zen[/b]: Ah yes I see your point

[b]Ken[/b]: I'll need you to accompany to this meeting, should we get attacked two against whatever is far better odds than one

[b]Zen[/b]: Yes I will accompany you but I must now take my leave and meet with my contact across in Bedford point. Here is the latest round of protection money but I'll meet you here at 10:30 p.m. to meet with the bosses

[b]Ken[/b]: Alright[/color]

[Chaos]

[b]9:37 PM
Portland Docks[/b]

[b]Solovin:[/b] [i]"You are beink foolish, comrad Kolovash the LCPD does not know of teh[/i] zapodlo[i]."[/i]

[b]Kolovash:[/b] "I am not so much worried about teh polic detec-itives as much as I am beink worried about teh Cartel. And, for that matter, the Yakuza."

[i]Kolovash leaned against the telephone booth side, sighing. His heavy beard was a tangled mess, grey and battered. Blood stained his shirt, showing the evidence of a recent fight. The wound in his arm had stopped bleeding, but still pulsed with pain every time he moved.

Solovin, a high-ranking official in the Russian Mafia, however, sat in a quiet, greasy hotel room, not ten blocks from Kolovash's position on the docks. Solovin was not worried. Kolovash was just a low-level informant, very much so expendible.

Or so it was just a couple of weeks ago. Ever since the incident with the Kaibatsu, every man was needed. Every resource was vital. Every action was critical.

But Kolovash had messed up. Only minutes ago had he gunned down two Cartel members, panicing when he saw them coming towards him as he was about to call Solovin. He had messed up.[/i]

[b]Solovin:[/b] [i]"Do not worry. Some[/i] patsani [i]should arrive there soon to take you to a secret hideout. I would tell you where teh hideout is, but the LCPD... They have shown no restraints. We fear that they might have wire-tapped teh phone lines."[/i]

[i]Silence seeped through the other side of the line, as Solovin began to sweat. Something was wrong. Something had gone wron--

A muffled gunshot shattered the darkness of the quiet phone line. Solovin screamed for Kolovash, but he knew it was too late.

On the ground, Kolovash laid, hole straight through his skull. Whoever had shot him obviously snuck up on him, and ordered him silent. The world, cast into slow motion, seemed to focus on the 12MM casing that clinked to the wooden planks...[/i]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Lacroix sat in his usual corner. The darkness eclipsed him. The throng of revellers impeded access to him. And that suited him perfectly.

But still, every now and then, some fool would accost him. Or seek him out. Or approach him with a...business arrangement. This would be one such night.

Three burly men walked in the door. They look around, for someone or something. After a few seconds, they turn, almost as one. The largest however, spins back. Looking straight at Lacroix. Lacroix smiles. He stands, leaning against the wall. His arms folded. Out of sight, his hands holding his reaper knives.

The men confer a moment before advancing. The shove their way through the throng, ignoring the insults and catcalls sent their way. Reaching Lacroix, they spread out in front of him. The one had had noticed him stepped forward. Despite the music, he spoke in a low voice, without a trace of an accent.[/I]

Man: You are Lacroix?

Lacroix: Yes.

[I]The man looks to his companions, slightly wary. He nods once, and they draw weapons.[/I]

Lacroix: Oh?

Man: You killed some of our guys the other day.

Lacroix: Did I? I've killed more than a few I'd say. Tell me though, who are you?

Man: You know who we are.

Lacroix: Look, I've run up against every gang in the city. I don't know who you are, and I'm not sure I care.

Man: Too bad. We were sent to clean you up.

[I]Lacroix's eyes narrow. Through the slits, he takes in the man's stance. He is not confident, despite the fact that he appears to hold every advantage. Half a foot taller than Lacroix, the man could easily pass as a bodybuilder. Lacroix yawned, arcing his back, catlike. The other two men, one carrying a long knife, the other a baseball bat step to flank him. Lacroix spins to his right, coming around with his reaper knives to the stomach and chest of the leader. The man doesn't even blink. With surprised speed, his hand shoots out and grabs at Lacroix's lower knife. As fast as he is, Lacroix is faster.

Lacroix brought his arm up and back. His other knife shot out to entangle the second gang member's eyes. Messy. But the pop was interesting. Lacroix's cocked arm shoots back, the elbow spike taking out the first man's trichea whole. The tube, the rings of muscle, hang dripping from the spike. With a contemptuous flick, he shakes the mess off. He turns to the third man.[/I]

Man: Hey, hey. We were just doing our jobs, you know. Nothing personal.

Lacroix: Of course not. That's why your still alive.

[I]Lacroix sheathes his knives, and the man sags in relief. He drops his baseball bat and turns to leave. He reaches the dance floor, and collapses in a pool of blood.

The proprietor looks up to see Lacroix standing, still in the corner, his Berretta still aimed at the fallen body. The proprietor shrugs, and sends his bouncers to clean some of it up. At least Lacroix hadn't hung the body parts on the walls again.[/font][/color][/I]

[Guest Zero]

As is seem Hayato has return to the Yakuza for the up coming conflict. For he want to repay them for taking him in when he was younger. And will be introduce at the meeting later. Now he wander the city observing the people he will be up against when a couple of Russians new recruits looking for a quick kill.

Hayato: Can I help you?

Russian 1: Yeah give us your stuff.

Hayato: I don't think so.

Russian 2: Then you're dead!

As the first one charge at him Hayato just step aside and draw he's katana. The second plunge at him with a knife Hayato remove his head for good. The one left was about to run but found himself standing in front of has would be victim. Hayato look at him with a you're dead look. And finish him off.

Hayato: If the rest of them is like this then it will be quick job.

[Warlock]

[B]9:58 PM
Leone Family Mansion

Giovanni:[/B] "Please, take a seat. I've got a job for you."

[I] A man dressed completely in black sat down on the plush chair opposite of Giovanni, the Leone Family Mafia's new leader... He took off his black sunglasses, placing them in a pocket within his black trenchcoat... The man's cold blue eyes were now focused on the Mafia leader, waiting to hear the mission...[/I]

[B]Giovanni:[/B] "All this trouble has the Mafia on the edge. We're edging closer to a full out war with the Soviets, yet we have no idea how much weapons or men they have, or even if they've spread to Callahan Point. I want you to do some recon in the Soviet's turf, find out as much about them as you can."

[I] The man in black simply nodded his head, already taking back out his sunglasses out and placing them firmly on his head...[/I]

[B]Giovanni:[/B] "I expect a lot of information when you get back, Warlock."

[I] This man, known only by the alias of 'Warlock', merely smirked as he got up off the plush chair and began walking out of the room to the porch outside...[/I]

[B]Warlock:[/B] "When I get back, not only will you know a truckload about the Soviets, you'll have a slightly smaller opposition."

[I] And with that Warlcok stepped out in the cold air, a mafia bodyguard in a black suit closing the sliding door behind him, his gun drawn and eyeing Warlock closely... Warlock's boots echoed against the stone steps as he decended from the elevated mansion, drawing out his car's keys as he walked... [/I]

[I] A few seconds later he was in a Mafia Sentinel, a little gift he had "received" from a Mafia driver near the Saint Marks/Dock border... He started up the engine, and roared out of the Mafia Mansion land, out onto the street... [/I]

[Flash]

[B]10:05 pm
Liberty City Police HQ, Staunton Island[/B]

[I]Flash grabs his Magnum up off his desk, and puts it in it's holster. Another callout. But Flash didn't care... Perhaps he'd get something interesting this time. He wanted to know everything about the new gangs that had shown up... Especially the Russians. He remembered himself as a young boy, even as a teenager, fascinated by Soviet milita, and Russia... But that was so long ago. Now he is Agent Flash, with the LCPD ATF division... And he has a job to do. He unlocks his Esperanto, and quickly gets inside, starting the motor and tuning the radio to MSX. He leaves the carpark, and heads towards the Callahan bridge...

The traffic is light, and conditions are reasonably clear. He gets off of the Callahan, making it into Triad Territory. He glances at a few Fish vans, before speeding up towards the docks. He passes Joey Leone's, and turns down the next street, passing the Bus depot. He finds a squad car parked next to a building, sirens turned off, but the lights on. He stops his esperanto next to it, and gets out, lighting up a cigarette. He's a compulsive smoker.[/I]

Flash: What's up?

Officer: The offender here has an illegal firearm... It's very rare.

Flash: What? I didn't know there was such a thing. You can get a license for anything in this god forsaken city...

Officer: Well, not this, Sir.

[I]The Police officer picks up the weapon, and passes it to Flash, who examines it closely. Fuel canister, ammunition gauge, computer targetting and a mode switch. The nozzle on the end resembled those seen on Flamethrowers.[/I]

Flash: Looks like a Flamethrower. Where's the.. 'Offender'?

Officer: In the car, Sir.

[I]Flash walks over to the car, looking inside. In the back seat is a strange looking man. He's shaking and sweating, looking very nervous. His head is balding, and his face gaunt and thin. He wears a grey trenchcoat, and glasses.[/I]

Flash: Is this a Flamethrower? It looks high tech.

Man: N-n-no... That's a... Type-02 Napalm gun... F-four modes of fire...

Flash: Impressive. You're with the SRS Scientists, aren't you?

Man: H-how'd you know?

Flash: Only the SRS have weapons like this. Now the question is, what are you doing with it out here so late at night?

Man: I was... Only delivering it...

Flash: Russians.

Man: We... s-struck a deal...

Flash: So you not only betray your home gang, you're ratting out the Soviets as well? Tsk tsk... You're lucky we're hauling you in... Or else you'd be in for much worse. *to officer* Get him outta here.

[I]The officer nods, and gets in the squad car, proceeding to leave the area, and head back to the station, only a few blocks from there. Flash opens the boot of his Esperanto, already filled with various weapons, and throws the Napalm gun in. M16s, AKs, Rocket Launchers... Flash had it all in the trunk. He looked across to the docks, seeing a suprising number of Red and Black vans and trucks. One of the warehouses was lit up, as well. He checked his weapons, and decided to go check it out. But before he crossed the road, he noticed something... A Mafia Sentinel had just pulled up on the kurb, parallel to the dock entrance... A man wearing all black steps out of the car. Flash walks over to him casually. The man sees him, and reaches for his weapon...[/I]

Man: Who are you?

Flash: Agent Flash, Liberty City ATF. The question is, who are you?

[Warlock]

[B]10:17 PM
Outside Portland Docks Entrance[/B]

[I] The man's eyes sharpen under his sunglasses, and he reaches into his pocket... Flash quickly whips out his Magnum, but relaxes when the man takes out a small box of cigarettes, swiftly taking one out...[/I]

[B]Man:[/B] "Before I tell you, could I have a lighter?"

[I]Eyeing the man slightly, Flash pulls out his lighter, extending it to where Warlock has his cigarette help between his thumb and pointer... Just as Flash's lighter lights up the cigarette, the man acted... The cigarette fell from his hand, and his right hand grabbed Flash's wrist, quickly twisting it and him around, leaving the man holding him from behind... He slammed Flash stomach first onto his Sentinel's bonnet while reaching for his gun with his left... He smirked as the pistol rested against Flash's head... [/I]

[B]Man:[/B] "Well, Mr 'Flash', I gue-"

[B]Voice:[/B] "Drop teh gun and put your hands where I kan see them or I grokhnut!

[I] The man quickly let go of the gun, letting it slam into the ground... He backed away from Flash, and turned around, his hand in front of him... Flash slowly followed, and glared at the Russian, standing with his AK-47 pointing at them both... He shot a single bullet from the AK, which hit the man in black in the chest... As he fell his hands came to his wound, and lay there as he hit the ground, seeming to be unconscious, or even dead...[/I]

[B]Russian:[/B] "He Mafia skum! You, kome with me!"

[I] Flash began to walk forward to the Russian, his hands still in front of his body... And as a truck in the docks began to start up, Flash noticed a gun skid to a point just in front of him... Noticing that the Russian hadn't heard or seen the gun, Flash suddenly tripped, his hand grabbing the gun as he fell... In a flash (no pun intended), Flash had quickly pointed the gun at the Russian, and shot him while he was still confused... Slowly, Flash looked behind him, to see the man now kneeling in the darkness, looking completely healthy...[/I]

[B]Flash:[/B] "...Kevlar?"

[B]Man:[/B] "No. But a similar armour."

[I] A silence passed in which only Warlock stood up, and Flash slowly rubbing the man's pistol...[/I]

[B]Warlock:[/B] "I'm Warlock. Ask no questions about me, 'cause you're not going to get any answers. Now, what the hell are you doing out here and why shouldn't I just shoot you right now?"

[B]Flash:[/B] "You forget, I'm the one with the gun."

[I] Warlock smirked, and quickly picked up two Uzis he had laid on the ground, pointing them at Flash... [/I]

[I] And yet again, there was silence...[/I]

[Flash]

[I]Flash smiled at Warlock. He had it all figured out.[/I]

Flash: Warlock, don't you know that wearing Sunglasses at night can seriously impare your vision?!

[I]At that moment, Flash dived behind his esperanto, opening the bonnet as he falls. He grabs two AKs from the trunk, and gets up. By now, Warlock has unloaded two clips worth of ammunition into the Esperanto, which thankfully, is bullet proof. Flash points his gun over the top of the roof and fires a spray of bullets at Warlock, who quickly gets behind his Mafia Sentinel. There is Silence. Finally, Flash breaks it.[/I]

Flash: Listen, I'm not to cause you any trouble, Warlock. I'm with the ATF.

Warlock: ATF? Alcahol, Tobacco, Firearms, right? Why are you here, [i]Agent[/i] Flash?

Flash: I'm here to investigate the Russians at the docks, nothing more. But if you don't comply with me, then I will be forced to kill and then prosecute you.

Warlock: ...Is that so... I'll have you know I'm with the Leone Mafia.

Flash: *looks at Sentinel* No s**t. Now, I think we're both here for a similar reason. Looks like these f**kers aren't too friendly...

Warlock: Right. So you'll need some support?

Flash: Of course.

Warlock: What makes you think I'm gonna give it to you?

Flash: Well if you don't, I don't think Giovanni Cipriani will be too happy.

Warlock: You know Giovanni?

Flash: Heh heh... Rookie, you have alot to learn about respect in this City. Now are we in this together or what?

[Gavin]

[color=teal]Hey Flash can you you give me a brief explanation about the gangs, the leaders, and what happened in the last Liberty City RPG[/color]

[Guest Saiyangohan2002]

[color=green] The Cat took a step back, after all he was just settling a deal with the Diablos and the phone cut off. That's weird, thought The Cat. Diablos werent the ones to just hang up in the middle of a deal, especially since it concerned the Diablos having a future. The Cat was sure of his future, but since the new arrivals had shown up, he thought it best to leave his pastime of setting cops on fire lie for a little while. The Cat lived on the eastern side of Staunton Island, In a stylish condo. He was living the life. Ever since he was made in the Yardies, he has had a fierce loyalty to them. He decided to give El Burro, the leader of the Diablos a call.

The Cat; Yo El Burro, One of your men has just been banged up pretty bad, I don't know who perpertated the attack , but he must be good.

El Burro; You better not be S***ting me again Cat, or I'll have you smoked.

The Cat; You know I dont like this whoile deal. yardies 4 life mutha. But this is bigger than us, and since an agreement was being made by my boss, I wouldn't do that. I'll have plenty of time when these Mutha's are outta my way.

El Burro; O.K then. who, who would do this to us.

The Cat; Im guessing It's probably the Russian Mafia, I could be wrong but I'm very sure it was them,

El Burro; You better not be settibg us uf for a fall Cat. I'm warning you.

The Cat; Listen Burro, because you have to believe me. Now I gotta go because this line is tapped. I'll call you soon. and, don't worry about us Yardies. We'll deal with you when we get our turf back

El Burro; we'll se, comrade, we'll see.


The Cat gets ready to leave his condo. Just then, Russians burst through the window firing uzi's Cat got out his trusty flamethrower. he proceeded to fight against the invading Russians, Many cops surrounded Cat's pad. they burst throiught the door only to find 13 dead russians and an escape system. The Cat gets in his Lobo, which is a mile away. although he was startled,
he'd been expecting it. for some reason or another, El Borro just dodn't sound like El Burro... [/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Lacroix woke up the next morning, wondering what he had done to annoy the little man with the sledgehammer in his head. Strange, he hadn't drank anything. Never did.

He rolled to his feet, staggering away from the bed. His rundown "apartment" as it was ironically called, seemed unchanged. Actually, it was a basement. Set down an alleyway, it required traversing a rather large number of nasty obstacles to get to. Broken glass, heaps of trash etc. The more practical reason Lacroix never drank... At the end of the alley, underneath some crates, was a trapdoor. Not particularly interesting looking, but Lacroix had opened it up anyway. The room inside had been spacious, but empty. He looked around wryly and tried to recall such blessed emptiness given the contrast of the basement's current state.

Lacroix had no idea who, if anyone, the owner was. Nobody had been here for years, and nobody was likely to bother him anyway. He painfully dragged himself over to the ladder. Despite his condition, he still managed to leap up and grab the top rung. He pulled the trapdoor away, and scrambled up. He got to his feet, startling the hobo that had ducked into the alley for warmth. Lacroix had his throat slit before he could even protest he wouldn't tell a soul. Lacroix couldn't afford people knowing where he lived. Besides, it gave him more privacy.

He looked down at the dead man, and something to the side had caught his eye. The man had burning something, something Lacroix didn't recognise. He bent down to examine it, and then shrugged the man's cloak off. The man had an SRS insignia on his shirt. On top of that, he seemed clean, he was well shaven. He showed no signs of hard living.

Lacroix picked up the strange substance he had been burning, and noted the smoke trail. It drifted right into the ventilation duct that serviced the basement. That would acccount for how he was feeling. Lacroix swore, wondering what he had done to piss off the SRS. He'd rejected a few offers to work for them in the past, they'd wanted something to do with bioterrorism, a favourite of his, but they'd never been specific enough to get him interested. And he was wary about commiting himself. Seems they'd decided to go down hard on him.

He wheeled around to walk out of the alley. A thin, welldressed man grabbed him by the arm and pushed him back in.[/I]

Man: You really should have worked for us.

Lacroix: I told you before. What do you want? I might not work for you, but if the pay's right, I can get you what you need.

Man: Ah, but we want you. Your expertise to be precise.

Lacroix: I'm taking it this the final offer?

Man: Of course. Well?

Lacroix: And if I say no? Just trying to understand the stakes you know.

Man: Shut up Lacroix. You know how the game goes.

Lacroix: Better then you apparently.

[I]Lacroix whipped his reaper knife up. The serrated edge hooked in on the man's sternum, and held fast. He started to shout for help, when Lacroix's other knife left a bloody tracery along his neck. Lacroix dropped the body, and walked out.

A whistling sound instinctively caused him to roll away. He stood and crashed through a store window. Behind him, the world exploded into fire. Fire that corroded more than burned.[/I]

Lacroix: Just what I need. Napalm.

[I]He drew his S&W semi automatic, cautiously advancing to the edge of the broken window. A nondescript man, ducked back into the opposite alley. Lacroix rolled forward, coming up on his feet and running across the street. At the sight of the gun, the already paniced populace disappeared. They knew what was coming. Lacroix ran into the alley, and nearly lost his head. A rain of bullets sounded, forcing him to duck away. He leaned back around and fired two quick shots. He smiled, and opened the shop door. He walked around the back, coming out in the alley entrance. True enough, the man was standing there, aiming at the street. Lacroix coughed loudly. And shot the man in the arm as he turned.[/I]

Lacroix: Didn't turn out very well, did it?

Man: We'll get you eventually bastard.

Lacroix: I think not.

[I]Lacroix knelt, and snapped the man's neck. He walked back out to the street, pulling the hood of his cloak back up. God he hated daylight. And he was starting to think he hated th SRS even more.[/font][/color][/I]

[Chaos]

OOC: Red, use some common sense. It's basically the same as GTA3. Salvatore is still dead, and everyone is getting on with their happy lives.

IC:

[i]Warlock's eyes narrowed, his pupils swirling tighter. Someone else was out there. A grunt from Flash confirmed that the AFT Agent knew it, too. For a while, there was silence. Then a single gunshot rang out. Warlock felt pressure on his chest, before looking down. A small hole was in his armor, showing what happened.

The .50 caliber bullet did not pierce Warlock's armor, but came damn close. Flash crouched, looking gently under his car. There was silence again.

The silence was broken by a spurt of gunfire, a crash, and a moan. There, in the lit area of the dim, yellowed streetlight, stood a muscular figure. At his feet laid the body of a Russian with his cold, dead fingers still around the USG-50 Sniper Rifle. Three holes snaked their way up the Russian's body. One on his stomach, one in his chest, with the last one residing in the Russian's now-backless skull.

In the man's hands rested two things. In the right, a UAP-32/20 Submachine Gun. In the left, a USP-16 semiautomatic handgun. Warlock and Flash stared in disbelief. Neil Jiharu was standing right in front of them. As if they weren't there!

Most would not see why this was not frightening. But Warlock and Flash knew the importance of this. Almost all of the 53 murdered LCPD officers were reported by forensics experts that the victims didn't see Neil before their death.

This was going to be a loooooooooooooooong night.[/i]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Please don't tell me we need to know something about GTA3 for this to make sense. And this time difference thing is messing with my head... Oh well.

IC:[I]Lacroix continued along the street, pondering the recent attack. The SRS had never gone that far before, and had indeed been somewhat profitable at times. They tended to keep the other gangs away, in the hope they could recruit Lacroix. Not that he'd ever give them a straight answer. He'd had trouble with all the gangs at times, he'd never been one to acquiesce easily. They always seemed to expect him to though. Even after he gut their members several times over. But the SRS had always avoided tangling with him, aside from the ...employment offers.

Lacroix's only real concern over the situation was that the Scientists had becomes hostile because they didn't need his services anymore. And if they hadn't gotten someone from an international level, that meant one of Lacroix's old friends was in town. One that would have to be hung up with a meat hook by the ankles. Either that, or they had a bioterrorist/chemist like himself, and merely wanted to remove someone who knew most of their contacts by sight, and a few by real or assumed names.

Lacroix's only real course of action was to find out what was going on. Which meant getting on good terms with the SRS. Which would be hard to do. Lacroix couldn't pretend to be cowed, they knew him better than that. So it would require a very rare set of circumstances for the right situation to come up. The right opening int he conversation. Something to give him a lever, something to get him in. He was reluctant to commit himself to any group, even if only superficially. The principle of the thing really, but still. But this time, it was neccessary.[/font][/color][/I]

[Flash]

[I]Flash tightens his grip on his magnum, and moves his eyes over to Warlock, who's holding his Uzis, fingers on the triggers... There was a silence, and the 3 stared each other down.[/I]

Flash: Neil Jiharu.

Neil: Agent Flash... We meet again.

Flash: You're with the Yakuza still?

Neil: My loyalty doesn't change so easily, Flash. Good thing you've on good terms with Asuka and Hiro, or I'd have killed you in seven different ways by now.

Flash: Heh.

[I]Without even facing him, Neil aimed his Handgun at Warlock's head. [/I]

Neil: The kid's with the Italians. How can you trust him?

Flash: I'm on call for an illegal firearm offence. 'Warlock' here is doing recon into Russian territory.

Neil: The Yakuza and the Leones are sworn enemies, and that's the way it's always been. I'm gonna have to off him.

Warlock: What the hell? You think I'm just gonna sit here and let you pop a cap in my forehead? Christ, you're as stupid as--

[I]Warlock's words were cut off by the sound of a motor revving loudly. Spotlights turned on the three from the docks... Lazer sights trailed everywhere around them, and Russian gang cars pulled out from the gate... The soviets had Bobcats with Gunners in the back of them, and Rumblers with Gunners riding shotgun. They'd heard the noise. Over a megaphone, one Russian shouts out at the three...[/I]

Russian: It would beink wise to stay out of our business, Komrades. But as it seems you like to pry into matters that do not koncern you... This is far over your heads... prishit' these baklany...

Warlock: What the hell was that?

Flash: He pretty much told the Russian Cartel to kill us.

[I]Flash ran for his Esperanto, and jumped in. Warlock followed. Flash leaned out the window and shouted for Neil to get in... Lazers were everywhere, and a spray of bullets was covering the area... Neil gritted his teeth, and looked back at the onslaught of Russians heading towards him. He rolled his eyes, and ran for the ATF Esperanto, getting in the passengers seat. He leant out the window, and returned fire at the Russians. Warlock, in the back seat, did the same, while Flash began the drive...[/I]

Neil: This is no truce, Leone. But I'd rather live to kill another day then die here by these Russian scum. As for Flash... Well... We go back a bit. But I'm just letting you know, as soon as this whole thing is over, I'm going to kill you.

Warlock: We'll see.

[i]Flash took a tight turn, and headed towards Saint Marks...[/i]

[Chaos]

[i]Neil snarled as a .50 caliber bullet skimmed his hair. The gunner on the Bobcat had lousy aim. But Neil couldn't seem to get a clear shot. There was a bulletproof glass shield in front of his face and the roof of the Bobcat protected his torso, and Neil couldn't get the wheels because of his angle in the back seat. Then he saw his best friend ever -- a shotgun in Flash's car. How lovely.

While Warlock ducked to reload, Neil brought himself up to speed. With the butt on his shoulder, Neil aimed right between the Russian's eyes. With a loud bang, the slug flew, slashing right through the windshield. No more Russian driver. One Bobcat was out of commission, as it slammed into Marco's Bistro. Flash still drove, ignoring the fact that police sirens were growing louder and louder each second.

Rumblers slowly accelerated, closing the distance gap between themselves and the Esperanto. Warlock began to unload on the ones coming in on the right, while Neil took out his UAP-32/20. Neil loaded in something special he brought from home -- an extended clip. One hundred fifty rounds... With the heavy smell of power in the car, the back window gone, and muzzle flashes a constant, the chase continued past the Tunnel...[/I]

[Guest Saiyangohan2002]

[color=blue] The Cat was cruising down the street in his Lobo, tuned into Flashback FM, when he saw a Zaibatzu Z Type cruise past, as he was waiting for the green light, how odd, thought the cat, shouldn't these dogs be in their own city?

Cat didn't have time to ponder this much more, as a blinding flash of light soon had the cat dazed and confused, the next moment he was being hauled away in a Z Type, over the Callahan bridge and up to Staunton island.

The Cat; Where, where are you taking me?

Z Member; were taking you to see the boss we have a very good proposition for.......

The cat; Spare the clap-trap, Yardies for life so shut the *** ** up!

the next moments, in Staunton island, there was a gunshot heard, and then, all was eerily silent....

O.K We' just tested your loyalty, relax, we are Yardies, and you're dead.

The Cat; so youre taking me under protection?

Undercover Yardie; it's a necessary evil, look i don't know why the Russians want you dead, its kinda like, you made some deals that gotem peeved, we have reason to believe the SRS are in on this too.

Cat; why?

Yardie; because that hotshot around town, ya know that know it all Harlequin Lacroix, he banged up a few of 'em the other day.

there seems to be a little of trouble going on in liberty city, but I, I am used to it.......

The Yardie didn't have time to recall the whole story, because, as the pair drove into the porter tunnel, another bright light, heading towards them, startled them, because it was the headlight of an oncoming car, a car going way too fast, as if it was being chased, the impact of the two vehicle was astronomical, as if a few dozen napalm bombs had gone of at once, as the people rushed to the scene of the incident, and yet again...... there was silence........ [/color]

[Flash]

[I]Flash swerved his Esperanto to avoid an oncoming Diablos stallion. It spun out, and crashed into a lampost. Flash turned and looked out the rear view mirror. The rumblers were in close pursuit. Were it not for Warlock and Neil's sharpshooting, they would have caught up by now. Flash turns right, onto the sidewalk next to the ocean. No cars in the way. He takes his hands off the steering wheel, and grabs a shotgun from next to his seat. He opens the compartment inbetween the two front seats, where an opened packet of blue shotgun shells lays scattered. He grabs eight, and loads them into the Shotgun quickly, with ease. He's used to it. He loads it, and passes it to Neil, all while steering back onto the main road.[/I]

Flash: Neil! This one's got eight explosive slugs loaded. Don't waste them!

Neil: Right.

[I]Neil smiles, and throws his old shotgun at one of the Rumblers. With lightning speed, he aims the Explosive shotgun and fires at his old one. The explosive slugs hit the shotgun, which is sitting on the bonnet of one of the rumblers. The explosion sets off the shells in the shotgun, creating an even bigger explosion. The rumbler flips foward, then hits one of the pylons that holds up El Train tracks. It spins like crazy, slamming into the side of a Bus on the other lane. The bus buckles, and slams backwards, crushing all the passengers, and at least ten bystanders on the sidewalk.[/I]

Flash: Mass murder. Great.

Neil: You can clear it, you're the ATF chief. 'Sides, you're the one who told me to use it. Relax.

Flash: Hold on...

[I]Warlock got inside the car to reload, and it was just as well. Neil saw what Flash was doing, and managed to duck inside before he was beheaded. Flash pulled a sharp left, and headed for a mound of earth inbetween the two lanes of the callahan bridge. Just before the mound was a steel t-bar. If Neil hadn't ducked inside, it would have ripped his head from his body, as the Esperanto just cleared it. In a second, they hit the mound. It acted as a ramp, which sent the car soaring into the air, followed by four remaining Rumblers. Warlock cursed as he saw the Russians had made the jump as well. Thankfully, the Bobcats were too big to clear the t-bar, and stopped. The Esperanto landed, hard. Flash put on all the brakes, turned right at the same time, and prayed that he wouldn't flip over. Thankfully, a Triad fishvan cushioned him, as it was wedged between his Esperanto and the wall of a building. The left side of the car was scratched and dented, but it was in full working order. For now. Flash gunned the motor, and sped off, as the Russians regained their posture after the hard landing, and followed them. They were on the Callahan bridge, and had one place left to run--Yakuza territory.[/I]

[Gavin]

[Color=teal][b]Bedford Point
8:30 p.m[/b]

[I]Zen walks out of the building and drives across Staunton Island into the Bedford Point area to meet with one of his Yakuza contacts, but instead comes face to face with a hoard of Colombians holding his friend's dead carcass and shooting it for fun. He gets out of the car and calls the Cartel's attention with a nasty insult[/I]

[b]Zen[/b]: If you Cartel pigs are looking for a worthy adversary then why don't you come he and try me, Oh I promise by the time I'm done with you you'll be begging me to let you die

[I]Zen seems to have sparked their interest as the unload two dozen clips of ammo into his Cheetah, he turns pointing the barrels of his Eagles over the bonnet and unloads two clips worth into the crowd. He hears several bodies drop and a hell of a lot more ammo released. But he stays calm and repeats the process again, but this time one Cartel was waiting for him and with one shot made Zen's right arm into a bloody mess. He reloads his guns and then dives to the right of the car surprising the Cartel just enough to allowing him to pop two or three more guys. He knows this is pointless and calls for a bit of Yakuza back up. After 2 or 3 minutes ten Yakuza gang cars have surrounded the Cartel and with little effort dispose of them Zen walks up to the leader of the guys and bows in thanks. He takes the briefcase one Cartel was holding and hands it to the leader with simple instructions[/I]

[b]Zen[/b]: Make sure Ken gets this

[I]Without another word Zen gets into his car and drives off in the direction of the Calahan bridge[/I][/color]

[Warlock]

Flash swerved his Esperanto around a speeding Inferno, having to go drive the car up onto the middle of the bridge, the Russians soon following. In the back, both Neil and Warlock were continuing to unload their clips at the Russians, but were quickly running out...

Warlock: "Hey Flash, do you have any other weapons here?"

Flash: "Open the boot!"

Putting his guns back in their hosters, Warlock opened the left hand side door, cold wind instantly assualting his face. Gripping the side of the door frame, he crawled onto the top of the car, before sliding down onto the bonnet, grabbing onto a protusion in the metal. Several bullets whizzed past his face, crashing around him, but Warlock didn't pay attention to them.

Back at the front, Flash was continuing to gun the car, now about half-way across the bridge. As he drove, he noticed a very large Gas Tanker starting to come onto the bridge, but didn't have time to focus on it. Leaning forward, the ATF agent pulled a small leaver-like thing, opening the boot.

Warlock suddenly had the boot coming up, and quickly scrambled back onto the roof so it could come up fully. And then, doing something increadibly risky, he leapt forward, onto the road, twisting around in mid-air as he did so. Grabbing onto the ridge of the bonnet, he hauled himself onto the edge, and smirked upon seeing the small stockpile of weapons. Grabbing two Rocket Launcher, he leaned forward into the bonnet, opening a little hatch at the back, making an entrance into the back seats. Sliding a Rocket Launcher forward to Neil, Warlock turned around and quickly loaded the Rocket Launcher. Taking aim, he fired off a rocket with a large puff of smoke, and within seconds one of the Russian cars simply exploded. As he began to reload, he heard the sound of another Rocket Launcher been fired, but the Rocket from this one went slightly haywire, hitting one of the bridge's supports at the side, cracking it.

Warlock: "Neil, whatever you do, don't hit the bridge again. I don't like the chance of this bridge surviving a barrage of missiles."

Aiming again, Warlock pushed the trigger of the rocket launcher /just/ as a Russian car hit the Esperanto at it's side, swerving the car around, and sending the rocket /right/ at the passing Gas Tanker. The response was explosive. The Tanker simply exploded, a great ball of flame going up, engulfing a large part of the bridge. It then crashed into the side of the bridge, exploding a second time, /right/ by the ruined support. That along wouldn't of been enough to blow the bridge, but the following Russians and other that plowed into the Tanker was. The bridge began to buckle, and Warlock was thrown forward, off the car as Flash gunned it again, pushing the car to it's limits to get off the bridge. It was then Warlock noticed a wad of explosives that had fallen out of Flash's car about 30 metres in front of him.

Warlock: "...Don't explod-"

The explosives exploded, and suddenly the bridge began to fall apart, Warlock right near the center...
___________________________

Yeah, I know, it ain't that good, but I /have/ taken a break from all this for a while...

[Flash]

[B]Flash:[/B] Nice move Warlock. But in the long run, perhaps not.

[B]Warlock:[/B] Eh?

[I]Flash pulls the Esperanto into an alley, stopping next to a dumpster. He gets out, and Neil and Warlock follow. They go and stand on the curb, as the few bystanders gaze in horror at the destruction that's destroyed the Callahan bridge--Again. A few cars have fallen into the depths, and a few more have stopped, teetering on the edge. The sea below is dark, choppy, and fearful.[/I]

[B]Neil:[/B] That'll take awhile to fix.

[B]Flash:[/B] Yup. Which means you're stuck between a rock and a hard place, Warlock. You can't stay here in Staunton, the Yakuza will kill you. Can't go to Shoreside Vale, the Columbians will kill you. And if you so much as think of heading out of the city, the State police will be on you in a second. You have a bit of a record, Warlock, the LCPD just choose to ignore it...

[B]Warlock:[/B] Dammit... Well... Can I crash with you for awhile?

[B]Neil:[/B] You'd better not be talking to me, Mafioso.

[B]Flash:[/B] Sure, you can stay at my place for awhile. You don't mind living in the middle of a Yardie slash Zaibatsu slash Yakuza slash SRS gang war, do you?

[Chaos]

[i]Flash swerved his Esperanto around, heading north. But his progress was anything but progressive--he had to pull into nearly every alley to avoid either Yakuza Stingers or Lobos. Eventually, he came to the Construction Site. There, Neil and Warlock had to slide down to the floor to avoid being seen by Cartel members, for they were on extremely bad terms with the Columbians.

Soon after, they were in Yardie territory. Then they got a sight of Zaibatsu's forces. Groups of seven, at least ten platoons of them. Yardies were scrambling to avoid gunfire; most were armed soully with bats. Yakuza, armed with Uzis and handguns, sprayed volleys of bullets into oncoming groups of Zaibatsu. Yardies, obviously outmatched, began jacking cars to start running people over.

Flash pulled up in a greasy apartment's covered parking lot, turned off the ignition, and got out. Neil followed quickly, coming behind the Esperanto. Warlock slowly got out, inspecting his sunglasses. The right lens had half of it blasted off. Warlock snarled, his favorite shades were now shattered.

Flash smirked, looking at Neil searching through Flash's trunk. He knew what he was looking for, and so did Neil..

Pulling out a doublely-thick ammo belt, Neil looked as if he was about to be air-dropped in Normandy. But still he rummaged, filling the belt with shells, clips, and some grenades. But there, at the bottom of the huge pile in the trunk, was a backpack. Neil took that as if it were a gallon of icy water in the desert.

When he opened it, he pulled out the Uzi and the Nine millimeter handgun. Holstering them, with the handgun under his belt, and keeping the Uzi out, Neil slung the backpack on. It was filled to the brim with clips for both the Nine and the Uzi. Neil smiled as he picked up a 12-guage pump action shotgun, looking at Flash.[/i]

[b]Neil:[/b] "I'm surprised you kept this for me, Flash."

[b]Flash:[/b] "I told you you'd get it back one day."

[b]Neil:[/b] "How long ago was it that I lent you this backpack and ****?"

[b]Flash:[/b] "A good few months at least. But yeah, those Redjacks over in 'Vale were nothing. That Uzi is really powerful."

[b]Neil:[/b] "I know, it's my baby... But I'll be going. I'll pay you back for the shotguns."

[b]Flash:[/b] "Nah. I held your weapons for a month more than we agreed on."

[b]Warlock:[/b] *now standing there* "Seems you two really do go way back."

[b]Neil:[/b] "It's a long story, Leone. Now, remember, don't die just yet. I'll be the one to kill ya."

[b]Warlock:[/b] "Not likely..."

[b]Neil:[/b] "..."

[b]Warlock:[/b] "..."

[i]With that done, Neil walked off, leaving Warlock and Flash to go up to the ATF Chief's apartment. Before Neil even stepped out of the alley, Neil began shooting. His fellow Yakuza members roared in cheer when they saw him, the One-man War.

Later that night, the fighting had quieted down. The Yardies had been severely beaten, the SRS had retreated before any serious damage could be done, and the Yakuza came out marginally better than the Zaibatsu.

Two blocks away from Flash's apartment, Neil climbed into his Mustang, roaring off into the A.M. Loud music from Game Radio blared so deafeningly, people could hear it from a mile away. While Neil made his way back to Asuka's condo, he didn't notice the Yakuza Stinger that had been sitting in perfect view of him the whole time when he loaded up his weapons.

The driver in the Stinger took off, following Neil to Asuka's...[/i]

[Flash]

[I]Flash drives the esperanto further up the alley, reaching a large chrome gate. Flash presses a button on his dashboard, and the gate slides down, into the ground. Only the sturdiest and most expensive gates have an up/down mechanism, and Warlock knew this. They drive through the gate, down into an underground garage. It was massive. This thing must've taken a whole city block underground. Warlock saw many cars--Ranging from Speedy roadsters to massive Coaches and Trucks. Flash parks his Esperanto in an empty space next to an elevator. He gets out, popping the boot as he does so. The full array of weapons are revealed, and a few women wearing 'ATF' jackets come over, taking the weapons to another, larger elevator.[/I]

[B]Flash:[/B] Sandra, put that SRS Napalm gun in with my 'specials'.

[B]Sandra:[/B] Yes Sir.

[I]An attractive brunette ATF worker reaches into the trunk of the car, and grabs the Napalm gun. She looks up at Warlock with deep green eyes, then grabs the weapon, and walks away. Flash closes the boot, and smiles at Warlock, who looks blankly back at him, hands thrust into the pockets of his trenchcoat.[/I]

[B]Warlock:[/B] You used your position to hire an all-female staff?

[B]Flash:[/B] Just making it more bearable here. It just so happens I like working with women.

[B]Warlock:[/B] ...

[B]Flash:[/B] What's wrong, Warlock? More of a man's man?

[B]Warlock:[/B] *coldly* ...Let's go.

[B]Flash:[/B] Okay, Georgey boy.

[I]Flash and Warlock stepped into the elevator, Flash pressing the '25' button; top floor. They ascended quickly, moving up a tinted glass tube in the center of the building. Warlock looked through the glass walls of the elevator... This looked like an office building, not an apartment.[/I]

[B]Warlock:[/B] Where are we?

[B]Flash:[/B] This is the ATF building. I live in an apartment on the top floor. The whole building is kinda my pad.

[B]Warlock:[/B] Are all the workers here women?

[B]Flash:[/B] No, not all of them. Some of them are women, some of them are chicks, some are babes, some are girls, some are hotties. Capish?

[B]Warlock:[/B] ...Really?

[B]Flash:[/B] No. Only my personal staff are all-female. Sadly, I couldn't find a team of 400 or so ATF agents who were all chicks. In the offices it's about half and half. My staff consists of 40 or so.

[B]Warlock:[/B] (..Lucky Bast*rd..)

[I]The elevator hit the top floor, and it's doors opened. There was a small lobby, with a blonde secretary sitting behind a desk working at a computer. There were a few chairs, a table, and a coffee machine. The secretary looked up and saw Warlock walk in behind Flash. She jumped up, drawing twin pistols out of holsters on her thighs, and aiming them at Warlock...[/I]

[B]Flash:[/B] Woah, Amy, calm down. He's with me.

[B]Amy:[/B] Oh.... I'm sorry, Sir, it's just with the assassination attempt last week, everyone's a little jumpy.

[B]Flash:[/B] Don't let it get to you. I know I don't.

[I]Flash smiled at Amy, and proceeded into his apartment, Warlock following behind. It was a studio--A one room pad. And a big room it was. Glass windows covered most of the walls, and most of the furniture was suprisingly chic. Flash threw his trenchcoat down on a chair, and walked to the kitche/bar. Warlock looked impressed with his surroundings.[/I]

[B]Warlock:[/B] Nice pad.

[B]Flash:[/B] Thanks, I paid for it myself. Drink?

[Chaos]

[i]With a loud squeal of tires, the Mustang came to a stop, long having lost the Stinger's view. But Neil didn't even know about the Stinger; he only had one thing on his mind: reporting to Asuka. Within mere seconds of activating the alarm/shocker device, Neil was walking through the sliding glass door.

Asuka was awake, enjoying the night stars for once. Just relaxing by her pool. She smiled softly when Neil approached, sipping a martini.[/i]

[b]Asuka:[/b] "Well, if it isn't my little errand boy. Did you take out the Russian warehouse like I instructed?"

[b]Neil:[/b] [size=1]"Not exactly."[/size]

[i]This shocked Asuka to no ends. Neil almost ALWAYS completed a mission to the 't'.[/i]

[b]Asuka:[/b] "What went wrong?"

[b]Neil:[/b] "Several things. One was that Flash was there. Investigating a weapons violation or some sh*t. Also, some Lenoe kid. That stupid f*ck decided to get smart with our ATF friend, and shot off some caps. This attracted the Russians. Me, of course, I tried to kill the Leone, but then the Russians came out. I know I should've stayed, but I was deep in Portland, and Flash is a good friend of mine. I would've gladly killed the Mafia punk, but Flash drove straight to his apartment. Which was basically a war-zone, and you've not doubt heard."

[b]Asuka:[/b] "...Well, this is most unfortionate. Oh well. I assume that was you who, ahem..." *points to the Callahan*

[b]Neil:[/b] "Partly. That mafia bastard messed up the shot and hit an oil tanker."

[b]Asuka:[/b] "Leave it to Leones to mess everything up like that."

[i]Just then, the Stinger pulled up at Asuka's in the front, as Neil and Asuka began to chit-chat. The driver, who was dressed in all black, with a ski mask on, pressed a button on a small remote as he stuck a small metal object inder Neil's Mustang's spoiler, before returning to the car, and gunning off into the night...[/i]

[Guest SunRiZe]

The mysterious figure dressed in black swung the Stinger into Portland and swung over the Callahan bridge, he then headed throught Staunton onto Shoreside vale, he then dumped the Yakuza stinger and found an Esperanto. he took that up to the Liberty City Airport and took a Dodo airplane

"stupid fool Niel will think yakuza did it, muttered the mysterious figure as he took of in the Dodo heading for Portland. He grinned as he turned his cell phone on and called neil

Mystery guy: I'm after you"

Neil: what the, who are you?

The phine hangs up and Niel could hear the faint sound of a Dodo high in the air. As if he knew what was coming, a strange bomb landed in their yard, the clock read 10 second's to go

as the dodo took off into the sunrise, the light revealed the occupant to be, none other than the Cat. who hadn't died when he hit that lampost that night. He was very much alive, and a danger to evryone