GTA Connections

Asuka's Club

Jack was sitting on the couch, reading a book Asuka had laying around, when the door opened and Ken Rosenberg walked in. Jack's eye's went wide as he jumped up. "Ken! It's about damn time you showed up!" He laughed. Ken sighed deeply. "Ah kid, jackie boy, you have no idea how good it is to see you," he seemed ready to break out into tears. Jack laughed again. Ken walked across the floor to him, and four other people came in, Asuka, a tall, thin black guy, a guy wearing a black leather jacket and green cargo pants, and a very pretty brunette with bright blue eyes wearing a business dress. Jack looked them up and down, then turned to Ken. "Where's my dad?" Ken stopped, looking down at the floor. "Well, um, he couldnt come. He's known here, and him showing up would've only made it worse for you." Jack nodded. He knew his father was hated pretty much everywhere he went. "Listen, Jackie, let me introduce a few people. This here is Frank Tenpenny, he works for your pop too, this guy is Claude. He works for this pretty woman here, whose name is Jeanette. It's because of her that we were able to find you."

Jeanette looked over the young man in front of her with an appraising eye. She had seen a picture, but he seemed different from the photo. He seemed happy in it, but the young man before her looked on edge, despite the fake smile. She glanced at Claude and he nodded, taking a large envelope out of his jacket and handing it to her. She walked past the cop and shushed the lawyer. "Here," she said, offering the envelope to Jack. "That's the man who's been trying to kill you, and those close to you. Do with it what you will, and you have my support regardless of your decision." She then walked out of the office, claude following, leaving some very confused faces. Asuka followed them out.

"Why did you give him that information, and your support? That's completely unlike you." Jeanette just kept walking, "I'm not stupid. I have met two Vercetti's in my lifetime. One is a psychopath. I owe my own limited power to him. The other one is his son, and just as dangerous, if not more so. Everyone who has tried to take on either one has ended up dead. Anyone who helped them ended up better off than they were before they met them. The answer to whose side I should be on is obvious. Has been for years." Asuka stopped walking and watched the two of them leave. For years?

Back in her office, Tenpenny and Rosenberg were arguing. Jack was reading the book again, and her phone was ringing. She shook her head and sighed. "Shut up!" She yelled. When they quieted down, she answered the phone. "Yes?" The voice on the other end was a familiar one. "What?! What the hell are you doing here?!" She listened briefly, then spoke once more. "Ok. I'm coming over right now. Stay right where you are." She hung up and looked at Ken. "We're going to have words, Mr. Rosenberg."

Portland Harbor, Vincent Forelli's Yacht

"So this here's the deal, Detective Lee, you have exactly one minute to save your own life." Vincent said calmly. The day was nice, the wind blowing ever so slightly. They were far enough out from the harbor to keep any un-needed sounds to a minimum. Dectective Lee was currently unarmed and wearing only boxers, standing blindfolded with his hands handcuffed behind his back on the edge of the platform hangin off of the lower end of his yacht. If the man could not come up with a reasonable excuse as to why not only Ms. Cortez but Jack Vercetti were still alive then he would indeed, be sleeping with the fishes, see. As much as Vincent tried to avoid stereotypes, this was the most convienient way to get rid of someone. "Vince, buddy, look, I can't control your men, nor can I control that kid. There's someone else playing this game besides you, and they're good, I couldn't find a single trace of them, but things went missing." Vincent scrathed his chin with the side of the pistol he held. A nine millimeter beretta. "Outside influence? Gee, wish I would have thought of that, oh, wait, I DID!" He screamed at Lee. "I know theres someone else working against us. Your job, need I spell it out clearly, was to find out who it is!" He was starting to lose his cool. He sighed. "You know, I had high hopes for a chink like you. Give him a chance, I thought. But no, you cant seem to get your head out of your ass long enough to see this little thing we call reality! So, as far as your job goes, you're fired. Go back and do your job as a cop." Lee hesitated. "I'm free to go?" He tried to move, and Vincent shot him three times in the chest, sending him into the water. "Yes, free to go to whatever heathen god you worship and tell him you're a fuck up. Rosenberg! Let's get the hell out of here."

Ben Rosenberg grinned as he steered the small yacht away towards the shore. He loved working for this man.

Asuka's Apartment

Jack awoke to a knock on his door. Asuka's apartment had been made available to him since she stayed at the club at all times. He fumbled for the light and looked at the clock once he turned it on. It was close to three in the morning. Getting up, he tossed a shirt on and went to the peep hole. Looking out, he saw Asuka. Sighing, he smiled and opened the door. "You know, i'm beginning to not like apartments, the last couple I was in didn't turn out so..." A person flew into his arms, sobbing against his chest. He looked down and saw Miya.

Ten minutes later, Miya and Jack were sitting on Asuka's couch. Asuka had gone back to the club, and left two well armed men in the apartment. They were in the kitchen, currently. "Miya, what are you doing here?" He asked her. She had stopped crying a few minutes ago, but hadn't yet let go of him. "I was so worried about you. I couldn't wait anymore, so I came here with Mr. Rosenberg and Detective Tenpenny. But they left me at the airport and told me to call a cab to the hotel. Then they got into a limo. So I went to the hotel and waited for a couple of days, but they never came back, so I called Asuka." Jack's face twitched slightly. Ken had left her alone in this city? He was going to have a few words with the old lawyer.

"Well, i'm glad to see you, Miya. You have no idea how glad." She chuckled. "I might have an idea..." She looked at him in the face for the first time since she got there, and her eyes widened. "Oh no, what happened?" She ran her fingers lightly over his newly forming scar. "It was a door, I think, I dont really remember." He tried to evade the question, and she looked at him carefully. "Ok, we wont talk about it, want to go to bed? I'm exhausted." Jack stood up and led her to the bedroom. It was the first night of peaceful sleep he had gotten since he arrived. It would also be the last, although he didnt know it.

Hospital

The hospital was quiet, and Mercedes was drifting in and out of sleep. She was vaguely aware of people coming and speaking to her, but the painkillers they had her on kept her from forming too many conscious thoughts. So she when she sensed a presence next to her bed, changing her I.V., she thought nothing of it. But then the painkillers stopped working, and she shot straight up in the bed. Her eyes wide open, she looked around the room frantically, mouth open and unable to scream. The pain was excrutiating, and she saw who it was who had changed her I.V., a young man, with dark hair and eyes, wearing a dark blue suit. His eyes as black as midnight, and he spoke to her. "This is courtesy of Vincent Forelli, by way of the Leone family. Rest in hell." He then turned and walked away. She faded into darkness at the same time her heart monitor flatlined. Her last thought was of a small child's voice. "Don't worry 'Cedes, Jack will protect you!" The last image in her mind was of a small child, little Jack Vercetti, hugging her protectively. Yes, Jack would protect her.

The next morning, Detective Burton stood over the body of the former Mercedes Cortez. She had died in the night, an apparent brain anuerism. It had been painful, according to the doctors, but she had died with a smile on her face, for some reason. Cat scans hadn't shown any symptoms of brain trauma, or anything even related. Burton sighed, his one lead and she died. Turning to leave, he saw a young man standing in the doorway, looking at the face of the woman. He had a fresh scar across his face at a diagonal angle, and his eyes were calm. A muscular young man, good looking. Wearing everyday clothes, somewhat stylish. Burton was old enough to be his father, but that didnt stop him before. More importantly, the young man fit a certain description, except for the scar. "Excuse me, young man?" He said to the youth. The man looked at him and then turned to walk away.

Burton caught up to him and grabbed his shoulder, "Hey.." that was as far as he got before he was against the wall with his own gun pointed at his left eye. The man had grabbed his hand and spun him against the wall, he knew that much for sure, but how he had gotten his gun he had no idea. "Ok, ok, calm down, I just wanted to talk. My name is Detective Burton, I want to ask you a couple of questions, thats all." He held his hands up to show he meant no harm. "Not interested." Was all the young man said. He dropped the clip into his hand and unloaded the chamber before handing the gun back to him. Burton looked at the gun as the young man walked off, popping the bullets out of the magazine one by one before dropping it into a garbage can as he turned the corner. Burton watched him go. That was him, he was sure of it. But why hadn't he killed him? Why did this guy, who was obviously a tough customer with no conscience, let him, a cop, live? Public place? No, that hadnt stopped him before. He was fast enough, but he still didnt do it. He thought he might know, but he had a couple of calls to make first.

Jeanette's House

Miya was very worried. Jack had brought her here and told her to stay put. She saw tears running down his cheeks as he walked away, before Jeanette had pulled her inside the large house. She now sat across from a man named claude who didnt speak much, and the two bodyguards Asuka had left with her. She was scared, she had never seen a look in Jacks eyes like she did when he came out of the hospital. Miya was very worried. Claude's cell phone began ringing and he picked up and opened it, putting it to his ear. After listening to the voice on the other end for a few moments, he hung up and stood, nodding at the two bodyguards. They nodded back and Claude walked out of the room. Miya wondered where he was going, and who had called him. She hoped it had nothing to do with Jack. A bad feeling began to creep into her heart. All she wanted was Jack back home safe and sound. She didn't even get to tell him about what happened in Vice City.

Outside the Forelli Mansion

Jack stood on the boat's deck, watching the large old style mansion through a pair of black binoculars with a nylon grip. He had been here all night and day, memorizing the patrol routes of the guards. The man responsible for the death of Mercedes Cortez was in there, according to Jeanette. He looked back at Claude, who was organizing their weapons. He knew how to use them, barely. Point and shoot. It couldn't be easier. He hated all of this killing, but it occured to him that not a single person he had killed would be missed. The world was better off without them. Putting the binoculars down, he began to suit up. They were a qaurter mile off shore, and with dusk approaching they wouldnt be seen swimming in to the beach. The front was heavily guarded, but his fathers own mansion had this same flaw, the back wasn't very well protected because an assault by sea would be seen and heard from far off, but he and Claude were going to swim in and take out the two guards on the beach, then go up the stairs to the back of the mansion. Once inside, they would split up and go to different areas. Claude apparently had some unfinished business with the Leone's, and Jack only wanted Vincent Forelli.

During the swim in, Jack had time to think about what he was doing. It was highly illegal, would probably get him severely injured, if not killed. He was still healing from his other injuries. He had Miya waiting for him, if he lived through this he was going to marry that girl. She hadn't asked a single question about what he had done, even though she wanted to, she just held him the night before as he cried. He didn't like that fact, him crying, but she had just held him and let him cry it out. He had a lot going for him. But, he couldn't let Mercedes' murder go unpunished. They said it was something wrong with her brain, despite there never being any evidence to support it. Someone had been bought off. He wasn't going to let it go, and that cop at the hospital looked like he was considering the paperwork involved in actually investigating it. Scum, all of them, and they deserved what Jack was fixing to do to them. They hit the beach as the sun was casting its last orange rays across the darkening sky, showing a deep red as day gave way to night. It was almost as if God knew what he was planning, and that red sky gave his approval for justice to be done, old testament style.

Forelli Mansion

The two guards walked about fifty yards apart, so when Jack came up behind one of them and put a nine inch knife between his third and fourth rib, cutting through both lung and heart, the small whimper made by the man was not heard five feet away, let alone over a hundred. He didn't know how Claude dispatched the other one, but as long as it was done quietly, he didn't care. They met at the bottom of the long wooden staircase leading up the back cliff to the back door of the mansion. Stripping off his wetsuit, Claude pulled some clothes out of his bag, tossing some to Jack. They werent going to swim back out towards the boat, since they sent it out towards the open ocean on autopilot. They didn't actually plan on being able to walk out of here alive, both knowing this was a suicide mission. They were assualting a heavily guarded fortress, but they only desired to cut the heads off of the beast, and according to their information, all the heads were in this house right here.

Jack put the clothes on, blue jeans and a black tank top with white running shoes and a white button up, he was going to die, but he would look good doing it, he thought to himself with a smile. Claude put on his usual green cargo pants and black leather jacket. "Dude, thats so 1999. Get modern," Jack said to him. Claude frowned and flipped him the bird. They checked the magazines of ammo. Jack carried two forty-five caliber colts, silencer equipped and holstered one on each leg. He felt uncomfortable with them, but he didn't have much of a choice. He also carried a silenced MP-5, a gift from Asuka. He didn't know how well he would do with it, since he had never fired one before. Claude's gift was a bit more appropriate. A riot shotgun with buckshot. Just point in the general direction and squeeze the trigger. Jack was grateful, it increased his chances of survival by a small margin.

They moved up the stairs quickly, watching the area where the two guards would meet. They had timed it so they could hit both of them at the same time and then go their own ways. As they came up on the back patio, they were greeted with a surprise. There were five guards, playing poker. Claude reacted first, spraying them with his MP-5, Jack did the same, and in a matter of seconds all five were down. The only problem was that there had been shouting and the glass behind them, leading into the kitchen, had been all but destroyed. There were shouts from inside and the two assailants split up.

Not having Claude to watch his back, Jack was trying to be extra quiet and careful as he went in through the kitchen. Almost immediately two men came running through with guns out. Jack sprayed bullets from the MP-5 in their direction, injuring one and cutting the second one across the chest, killing him. The one he injured screamed out and began firing his pistol at him. Jack ducked behind the counter and saw a loaf of bread. He remembered a similar situation recently. "Damn, i'm beginning to hate kitchens." He dropped the magazine and couldnt find the other one, then he remembered Claude taking his two extras and replacing them with the shotgun and extra shells. Dropping the MP-5, he pulled the shotgun off of his back and rolled out to the side of the counter. The man saw him almost at once, but wasn't fast enough as Jack fired a shot right into his face. The man's head, at ten feet, seemed to explode.

Jack got up and ran into the adjoining room, it was the dining room. According to the blueprints he'd seen, the stairs to the basement, where Vincent supposedly was, were in an adjoining room to this one. He went through the door to the staircase and ran into two people. Literally. The first one reacted quickly and grabbed his shotgun, Jack let go and pushed the man backwards, pulling out the two forty-fives and shooting the man twince in the chest. The other one had fallen down and was trying to get his gun out, Jack shot him once in the center of his forehead. Taking the silencers off of his pistols, Jack re-holstered them and picked up his shotgun. He had found the stairs.

Going carefully down the stairs, Jack was aware of movement at the bottom. He had to go down two flights, since the basement was two floors under the kitchen. As he rounded the last set, the door in front of him opened and a guard came through, surprised to see each other, Jack managed to react first, slamming the butt of the shotgun against the mans nose. He forgot for a second he was holding a firearm and not a club, but the guard remembered and grabbed it, trying to pull it away from him. Jack and the guard struggled, before Jack was able to point the barrel against the mans midsection and squeeze the trigger. It didnt quite blow him in half, but it did leave a bowling ball sized hole where his stomach should have been. Jack pushed the body down the stairs and went down after it, trying to clean some of the massive amount of blood and internal organs off of his face and the shotgun. He didn't think that he would have been hit by blood and stomach parts, but he was wrong. At the bottom of the stairs, two more guards rounded the corner and started firing, Jack tried to backpedal, but his feet got twisted in the remians of the first guard and he dropped the shotgun.

He began to fall forward, so he kneeled slightly and leapt forward, twisting and flipping while drawing his pistols at the same time, he landed on his feet in between the two gaurds and aimed the pistols across his chest, kneeling down and pointing them upward, firing at the same time, two shots per pistol. Two guards dropped dead, one shot in the throat and the other shot twice, once in the side and once in the face. Jack had to forcibly slow his breathing. He had almost died, it was a freaking miracle he was alive. He briefly said thanks to God, the Devil, and anyone else who had a hand in his surviving that last stunt. Looking around, he saw the door to the basement gym. His final destination.

Walking through the basement door, he was surprised at the sudden bright light. He saw a large man, easily taller and wider than himself, standing in the middle of the room, wearing a black suit with a blue pinstripe tie and white shirt. The man had gray streaks along the side of his raven black, slicked back hair. He was alone, and holding a single pistol. "Welcome to my home, Jack. My name is Vincent."

Jack stood there, his anger rising. This was him, the man who had kidnapped him, tried to kill him repeatedly, and killed Mercedes. This man, in his suit, was vaguely like the devil. A hidden evil that no one believes in until they meet him. Jack saw the look in the mans eyes right now. They were dead eyes. This man's soul had died long ago. "You've come a long way, cut through my men like a hot knife through warm butter. I've tried to have you killed, tried to, but couldn't seem to succeed. It seem's the Vercetti's are hard people to kill. So how about this, instead of killing you where you stand, how about you and I join forces? I could use a man like you. With your connections, I could put you above all others, on equal footing with me. Partners. You could have it all, wealth, fame, anything and everything you ever wanted." Jack looked him in his dead eyes with his fiery blue gaze and stepped forward. "I want Mercedes back."

Final Fight

Jack began to run, firing both pistols at Vincent, who wasted no time in returning fire. One of Vincents shots hit Jacks right hand and he dropped the pistol, spinning as he ran and firing back. The gym was empty, save for some weight equipment in the corner and a display case featuring weapons of the east. Jack kept an eye on Vincent as he re-loaded as fast as he could, trying to get done before Vincent. They both managed to finish at the same time, and opened fire on each other again. When they ran out of ammo, Vincent charged Jack, and Jack threw his pistol at the larger man. It glanced off of Vincents shoulder, and then Vincent was upon him. He picked Jack up and threw him into the glass case containing the eastern weapons.

Grabbing the nearest weapon, a katana, Jack swung it at Vincent, hitting him in the face with the weapons scabbard. Vincent fell back, grabbing his pistol and beginning to re-load, Jack jumped up and pulled the blade from its casing. "You should have joined me boy! Now you're going to die just like that little whore you like, the yakuza bitch's sister!" Jack eyes opened wide, and Vincent laughed. "What? You think I don't have surveillance on her? Who do you think her so-called bodyguards work for? Me, thats who! After I kill you, i'm going to get some young chink pussy and then kill her, or maybe kill her first, who fucking knows?!" Jack screamed and swung the blade at him. Vincent's eyes opened in surprise when the swing wasn't what he expected. Jack had spent his youth amongst the Triad, with a man named Woozie, who kept a couple of men obssesed with samurai on as bodyguards. He had been taught how to fight by them, including the whole code of Bushido, along with how to use various weapons. He had never thought it would be useful to him, but he had practiced day in and day out for nearly fifteen years.

Vincent twisted his pistol to deflect the blade. He had that katana made specifically for himself. He wanted authentic weapons, and now one was being used against him. The time he'd spent in the Navy SEALs hadn't been wasted however, despite his dishonorable discharge. He knew his way around firearms perhaps better than anyone else. The kid was using that weapon like he had been born with it in his hands though, and he didn't know if he could keep that blade from him for too much longer. He deflected three more blows before the kid switched tactics. Instead of swinging the sword at him, he sliced at the pistol, but did it from a swing that would hit Vincent if he didn't block. Smart. Vincent blocked with the pistol, and the blade sliced right through it. He dropped the remains of the pistol and grabbed the kid's wrist, twisting and forcing him to drop the sword.

Jack slammed his palm into Vincents nose, feeling and hearing it break. Vincent let go of his wrist and backed away, Jack did the same. They watched each other warily. Jack didn't know if he could take this man, he'd thought so before, but the way Vincent had deflected his slices with that pistol had spooked him. He'd never even heard of such a thing. He got ready for the fight of his life. Vincent made the first move, feinting left and going right, he was boxing. Jack went right immediately, and was surprised when a fist connected with his jaw, sending him flying. It had been a double feint. Vincent stood there, fists up, in a boxers stance, swaying lightly from foot to foot. He was fast in addition to being big. Jack stood up, taking his shirt off, leaving the tank top. He didnt want any loose ends to get caught by this guy. Vincent stopped and took off his coat and shirt, wearing a white tank top. Jack had misjudged him greatly, he had thought the man fat, but all he could see was rock solid muscle. He wasn't defined, it was like a slab of granite.

Vincent ran forward and Jack spun to the side, kicking out, Vincent ducked under it and uppercut Jack, hitting him in the solar plexus. Jack felt the air leave his body, and nearly crumbled to the floor. Vincent grabbed him, lifting him up, then hit him again, this time in the face. Jack tried to go with the hit, and spun again, trying to sweep his leg out from under him. It hit what felt like a concrete wall. Vincent laughed and grabbed his leg, turning and throwing him across the room. Jack took the fall on his shoulder, rolling with it. He thought he felt his shoulder crack. Trying to get up, Vincent came over and kicked him in the stomach, knocking him down again. "I told you i'd kill you if you didn't join me!" Vincent screamed at him. Jack rolled away, coming to his feet just in time to be caught in a football tackle from Vincent. He was slammed against a wall next to a glass mirror. He cried out in pain as he felt his ribs crack. Vincent pulled away and began to pummel him, raining blows on his body, face and head. Jack could barely see out of one eye, and was beginning to pass out. Right before he did, Vincent grabbed him and spun in a cricle with him, tossing him head first into the mirror on the wall. Jack went through it into another room, a closet. As he groaned in pain and tried to pick himself up, he looked up and saw his father, hanging from a hook. He was badly beaten and when he saw Jack, he spoke. "Son...stay...alive...", Jack's eye's widened and he screamed.

Vincent was chuckling to himself as he watched Jack staring at his soon to be dead father. He laughed out loud when he screamed. It sounded of anger and defeat. He stopped laughing when Jack stood up and turned around. He looked calm. Disturbingly so, in fact. "Accepted your inevitable death, son?" Jack shot forward, faster than should have been possible in his shape. Vincent tried to get ready for the hit, but he had relaxed himself, thinking he'd won. The fist caught him in the eye, and he stumbled back, feeling another one hitting the other eye, then his nose shattered. He had blood in his eyes, and the eyelids were slowly swelling, he couldn't see. This kid was a smart fighter. Vincent howled in pain when a knee caught him in the balls, and he doubled over in pain. He got kneed again, this time in the mouth, shooting him straight back up. He'd underestimated the wrong person, it seemed.

Jack had never been so angry in his life. This man before him was trying to take everything from him, and he didn't even know him. But he wasn't about to lose his father as he did his mother. He fought, for Mercedes, for his father, for the opportunity to smack Ken around again, for Asuka's kindness, and for Miya's love. He fought harder than he ever had, having much more to lose than his life this time. He fought for his and other's futures. When Vincent shot back up after he hit him in the mouth with his knee, Jack dropped to one knee, hitting the inside of Vincent's knees, breaking them in turn. It takes four pounds of pressure to break a knee from the side of the leg. Jack's blows surpassed two hundred pounds of pressure per hit. Vincent fell down to both knees, and Jack stepped back. He had been told that the strike he was fixing to hit Vincent with would nearly always kill his opponent. So Jack prepared himself. He surged forward, leaving the floor slightly as he shot out his left foot from the side, putting every bit of strength he had left into his foot as he hit vincent under his chin, snapping his head back and almost off his shoulders. He heard the loud crack of the neck being broken, and Vincent fell to the floor, dead.

Finale

The door burst open as Jack carried his father out of the hidden room. He felt light in his arms, and Jack didn't like it. Frank Tenpenny was the first man through the door, wearing a badge on a necklace, followed by the detective in the hospital, and then several other cops, all with flak vests and guns drawn. There was gunfire throughout the house. As soon as Tenpenny saw Jack, he ran over. Jack sat down, holding his father in his arms. Tommy looked at his son, pride in his eyes. "You turned out...fine...son,..I couldn't be...prouder. Stay alive...the world...is yours..now." Tommy Vercetti died with a smile on his face, he had done terrible things in his life, things other people would have killed him on sight for, but he had only done one good thing, and that was have a hand, however small, in raising Jack Vercetti. He died happy. Jack cried silently, and the downpour outside showed the heavens cried with him.

One week later...

Ken walked into the private room at Vice City memorial. Jack was watching the news, Miya asleep on the bed beside him, holding onto him. She hadn't left his side since they got back from Liberty. Jack looked at him, his face as happy as Ken was used to seeing it. He sighed in relief. His new boss was more of a happy go lucky guy than his father, god rest his soul. "Ok Jack, I got the info you wanted, it took a little persuasion, but I didnt spend two years doing correspondance law courses for nothing you know, I had to.." Jack cut him off. "Shut up Ken, just tell me." Ken nodded. Well, they had that in common, at least. "Ok kiddo, heres the rundown. Claude got away clean, Tenpenny helped him escape, he was hiding in a pantry in the kitchen waiting for the cops to leave. Tenpenny gave him a badge off of a dead cop and said he was with him. Asuka and Jeanette have taken over most of Liberty City now, and both Leone's are dead. There was a third one, according to Jeanette, but no one has found any paperwork proving he even existed. So, that's strange, but if he was smart, he destroyed all evidence of himself and left for parts unknown. According to Tommy's will, you get everything, and myself, along with a few others, will help you do whatever it is you want to with it. Think long and hard about it, because your decision will be one you can't take back, this isn't a video game, no saves kiddo. That's about it." Jack nodded, "Ok Ken, you can go now." Ken hesitated, he really wanted an answer, but he could wait, it was a tough time for the kid. He left, shaking his head.

Miya looked up after Ken left. "So, are you going to do what I think you are?" Jack Vercetti nodded his head. "Yeah, we're going to change the way things are, one city at a time." Miya nodded. "I'll stay with you forever, I love you." He looked at her. "I love you, too." Miya lowered her head against his chest and grinned. To everyone else, he was the same person, plus a scar. To her, though, she had seen the new look in his eyes. He was going to take over the world, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

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Ok, and thats the end of part 1. I know it was short, barely 23k words, but it is also my first story. I am currently working on part 2, which, due to feedback from beta readers so far, is much better edited and detailed. I hope to make this a recurring story, if you, the readers, desire it. So review away, let me know what you did and didn't like. Most importantly, have fun, because life sucks when its no fun, heh heh.