Well, the twist at the end is massive, for people who didn't watch the movie I ripped off... When it gets to that point, please excuse me. I had just watched a great movie and was kind of obsessing over it and it somehow got involved into the finale of the first saga. I deeply regret it, and I may re-write it for this forum, just so it isn't ruined. But I don't know. Maybe I can add it after the story, as an 'alternate ending' to the first saga.
Chapter 8: It's All Down Hill From Here
Wednesday November 24th, 2006. 5:13 P.M.
Roberto pulls up to a broken down building. It is all tagged up, and dilapidated. He gets out of his car and walks up to the front door. The street is abandoned, no one is in sight. The sun is starting to go down.
Roberto: It's been forever since I've been here. I'll call Mike once I get in. (Rings doorbell) I hope he's home.
Stranger: (Yells to self) Quien estas a mi puerta? (Walks to the door) Who is it?
Roberto: It's me Roberto.
Stranger: Que?!?! It can't be. He live in Liberty now, mang.
Roberto: Just open the door Uncle Umberto.
Umberto: Fine. (Opens door) It is you! How've you been doing, mi sobreno?
Roberto: Horrible. Joey now hates me, and probably has put a hit on my head.
Umberto: Well, that ain't good. (Chuckles) Come in, come in.
Roberto: (Walks in) Can I use your phone, I need to call someone.
Umberto: Yeah, mi casa est tu casa. Second room on the left.
Roberto: Thanks. (Heads into room and picks up phone) Okay, what was his number again? Oh yeah. (Dials number) Hey Mike.
Mike: Where the hell are you? You said you wouldn't take long. It's been like five f*cking hours!
Roberto: Sorry. That asshole Mr. Gray told Joey about my past.
Mike: Well that sucks. Anyways, where are you? We need to leave as soon as we can.
Roberto: I'm at my Uncle's house.
Mike: I'll pick you up in an hour, is that good for you?
Roberto: Yeah, it'll give me time to shower, eat, and rest.
Mike: Okay, see you soon, I hope. (Hangs up)
Roberto: Uncle, where's the bathroom?
Umberto: It's 'cross the hall.
Wednesday November 24th, 2006. 5:20 P.M.
Tommy is pacing his office. He is worried about Roberto's well being, and what Joey is going to do. He finally decides on something.
Tommy: Kelsey, get over here.
Kelsey: (Runs into the office) Yeah daddy, what do you want?
Tommy: I need you to find Roberto. He is still somewhere in Vice. I have a list of possible locations, go there and search, and see if you can find him.
Kelsey: Okay. I'll be right back. (Runs out to garage)
Tommy: Be careful honey. (Turns back around) Ken! I need you here.
Ken: (Dashes into room) Yeah Tommy, what do you need?
Tommy: Cancel the dinner appointment I had tonight, it seems I will not be able to attend.
Ken: Right away. (Runs back out)
Tommy: (Looks out window and thinks to himself) "Where are you Roberto? Is what Joey's saying really true?"
Wednesday November 24th, 2006. 5:42 P.M.
Roberto has finished taking a shower and has eaten a quick snack. He is sitting in his Uncle's living room talking.
Umberto: Wow, you've been through alot in the last few months.
Roberto: Yeah, and now the Don of the Leone Family hates me.
Umberto: Well, forget'a bout him. You 'ave Tommy. You know Tommy loves you, and he'll do anythang to help out his number one mang.
Roberto: Yeah, but what about this Mr. Gray person.
Umberto: You said you 'ave that suitcase, well, use it against him.
Umberto: Activate la bomba, and put it right on his doorstep, then, BAM. He'll get what he deserves.
Roberto: I thought about that, but I know he will somehow drag me down with him.
Umberto: So where you and this tipo Mike going?
Roberto: I don't know. He just said we need to leave. He never specified a place.
Umberto: Well, if I were you, don't go near Liberty.
Roberto: That is clear.
Umberto: Yeah, so when he getting here?
Roberto: He said in an hour. I don't know.
Umberto: Okay. Well, I need to go take sh*t. Just say your leaving when he 'rrives.
Wednesday November 24th, 2006. 5:36 P.M.
Kelsey has gone to three of the six locations given to her. The next on her list is Umberto Robina's home.
Kelsey: Damn, I hate going into Old Little Havana. (Speeds off to Umberto's house) I wonder why Roberto left. I know he is a gang member and all, but he is always busy. He needs a day off. (Arrives at the house) Well I am here. (Gets out of car and knocks on door)
Roberto: (Opens door with a look of surprise on his face) What?! Kelsey what are you doing here?
Kelsey: My dad told me to come and look for you. He gave me a list of potential places I can find you.
Roberto: Well I can't... (Gets cut off by tires screeching) Who's that?
Mike: (Rolls down window) Roberto! Quick get in!
Roberto: I'm sorry Kelsey, I can't talk right now. (Runs into car)
Kelsey: Oh no you don't. (Jumps into the car's back seat)
Roberto and Mike: What the f*ck are you doing?
Kelsey: I'm not letting you guys go where ever you are going alone.
Mike: Jesus Christ! (Police sirens come wailing down the street) Oh sh*t! I almost forgot. (Accelerates)
Roberto: What happened now?!
Mike: I was packing the car, and some cops found me and asked if they could help. I denied, and they insisted. They picked up the "suitcase" and it popped open. You should have seen their reactions. I knocked them out, jumped into my car, and sped off.
Roberto: Damn it! Where are we going?
Mike: Escobar International.
Roberto: Are you crazy?! They won't let us in. The cops are on us.
Kelsey: We can take my dad's private plane.
Roberto and Mike: (Both turn around and look at her) When the hell were you going to tell us!
Kelsey: Well you two were too busy arguing...
Mike: (Interrupts Kelsey) sh*t! Roberto, take that Micro SMG and shoot down any Police Cars chasing us.
Roberto: (Picks up gun) Why do I have to do all the work?
Mike: Cause I am driving and Kelsey is a girl.
Mike: Oh sh*t! (Smashes through a police barricade) That was way too close.
Roberto: Yeah, took one out, two more to go.
Mike: Good, keep going. We are almost there. Kelsey, where is the jet?
Kelsey: Apologize for that rude remark.
Mike: Are you kidding?
Mike: No! Just tell me now!
Mike: (Swerves out of a police cars way) Fine! I'm sorry.
Kelsey: That's better. Take that entrance on the right.
Mike: (Turns right, using the handbrake) Oh sh*t!
Kelsey: (Smashes into the left side of the car) Ow, that hurt!
Roberto: sh*t, I ran out of ammo!
Mike: Don't worry, I see Tommy's jet. (Brakes at a jet) Damn, that thing is huge.
Roberto: No time for staring Mike, we got to get the hell out of here.
Mike: Yeah. (Gets out of car along with Roberto and Kelsey) How the hell are we going to fly this thing?
Kelsey: I have a pilots license.
Roberto and Mike: What?!
Kelsey: (Opens planes door with a punch-in code and gets into cockpit) Come on!
Roberto: Wow, this caught me off guard completely. (Runs in)
Mike: You're telling me. (Follows Roberto)
Roberto: Oh sh*t, look! (Points to the Police Cars heading at the jet) Start it up!
Kelsey: I am! (Jet engine starts) There!
Mike: Now get this thing in the air!
Kelsey: (Accelerates the jet) Hold on.
Roberto and Mike: (Fall backwards) Crap!
Kelsey: (Slowly guides plane around airstrip) I need a clear area to take off on.
Mike: There! (Points to an area with no police vehicles)
Kelsey: (Jet starts to lift) It's working!
Roberto: Yeah! Where are we heading Mike?
Mike: Hell I don't know. Somewhere not near Liberty and here.