Pre mission phone call
Contact: Bellic. We need you. Now. The chopper is prepped and waiting off Grummer Road in Northwood. Your sometime accomplice, Jacob, is there. He's riding shotgun on this one.
Niko: Jacob? The rasta?
Contact: Don't ask unnecessary questions. I want you to take out this guy's chopper. He was last spotted in Varsity Heights. No civilian casualties.
Little Jacob: Yes, here's my man Niko.
Niko: Hey, Jacob.
Little Jacob: Yo Niko, got some serious fire power up in here. Rocket launcher! Bo!
Niko: Let's find him and get this over with. I don't like being in this man's pocket.
Little Jacob: Ain't nuthin' but badda badda. There be the other chopper. Stick to him, Niko. We need to take him down where there be no people.
Niko: For a man who has asked me to kill a lot of men, this guy is really safety conscious.
Little Jacob: Seen. He got that government ting about him. All for the greater good and ting.
Niko: I have the feeling he don't want to be responsible for a helicopter crash in Middle Park.
Little Jacob: True dat. Yo, dis be some crazy shit ya know Niko. Yo, we inna the Star Junction in a helicopter. Dis some real spy shit I and I is doing ya know.
Niko: Shows you the people who need spy shit done get other people to do their dirty work.
Little Jacob: Seen, bredren. Everyting rash!
Niko: Shit, Jacob. You really gotta smoke that thing now? The secondary smoke doesn't exactly help my hand-eye coordination. And I'm paranoid enough with US government on my ass. Whatever actually, just smoke it.
(Niko flies under a bridge)
Little Jacob: Rhaaatid! What a' gwan?
Niko: Don't worry about the bridge, Jacob. I'm finally getting the hang of flying this thing.
Little Jacob: Yo Respect! Ya a righteous rudeboy, Niko.
(The two get close to the helicopter)
Little Jacob: He's over the water. Now are the time.
Little Jacob: Get close so I can take a shot!
Little Jacob: Cha, missed the ras clot. Get me back in I spot.
Little Jacob: Cha, what you doing? Me had him in me sight!
Little Jacob: How am I gonna get dis bumba clot with ya moving all over de place?
Little Jacob: I can't take a show with dis damn turbulence ting going on.
Little Jacob: Raas Man! I get no more shot!
Little Jacob: Rhaatid, Niko. I don't got no shot no more.
Little Jacob: Rhaatid, that just fuckery. I need to be back inna line.
Little Jacob: Steady now man, me need fe shoot!
Little Jacob: Ya make me lose de shot ya know man!
(If Niko flies too high)
Little Jacob: Get lower for de shot, Niko.
Little Jacob: I an I' be too high fe get de shot, Niko.
Little Jacob: Mek we get lower, bredren. There be no shot up here.
Little Jacob: Yo, bring dis ting down me breda. I can't get him from up here.
(If Niko flies too low)
Little Jacob: Get the chopper up, Niko.
Little Jacob: Get up, Niko, get up. Give me some height.
Little Jacob: Give me some height some can shoot dis ras clot and ting, Niko.
Little Jacob: We need fe get higher so me can get dis shot.
(Jacob misses again)
Niko: Why'd you miss, Jacob? Smoking too much?
Niko: Come on, Jacob. You need new lenses in those glasses? Hit the thing.
Niko: You gotta work on your aim, Jacob. I could have made that shot with my eyes closed.
Little Jacob: Keep steady for de shot now.
(Jacob hits the helicopter)
Little Jacob:Feel de fiyaah.
Niko: Good shot, Jacob.
Little Jacob: Ya got some crucial flying skills, ya know Niko. Can I drop I off on de heli pad though? Me no feel so good ya know. Trust me, dis ting a mess wit me structure. Yo, job well done ya know Niko, but we haffi get out dis bumba clot debt right now, ya know.
Niko: I do not think he can ask us to do more than this. Now it is our turn to get him to help us. If someone can find the man I search for, it should be him.
Little Jacob: Let's do it!
(Niko arrives at the helipad)
Little Jacob: Wicked Niko, ya don't know, ya de man, ya know? Sight de man soon, seen?
Little Jacob: Yo, I ain't used to seeing de Star Junction from a helicopter, ya know Niko. It's like we in a movie or something.
Niko: Yeah! Only we could get arrested or killed. Those are the only differences.
Little Jacob: Gwann chill out Niko, we jammin' here.
Niko: Jacob, man! I don't see so good when you're blowing the smoke in my face! Fine, smoke it. Whatever.
(after shooting down the helicopter)
Little Jacob: Me done wit dat blood cat suit, ya know Niko. I don't care what type of prison sentence de boy want check me with, ya know star. No more ah dis.
Niko: It isn't easy to follow orders when you don't know what the fuck is going on. I have a feeling that it was the best to do what we did though.
Little Jacob: Yeah, but me done wit dis ting ya know, Niko. Me no go back inna no more blood clot helicopter wit di boy ya know, no more!
Post mission phone call
Niko: We shot down that chopper for you.
Contact: You think I don't know that? You think I've been sitting around scratching my balls with my head up my ass.
Niko: I'd be impressed if you had been.
Contact: I appreciate your assistance, Bellic. You did a good thing today. Now it's my turn. I will try to find the man you're after. I will call when I have something.
Post mission text message
Irie star! You got crazy flying skills. I an I should fly over to Jamrock one day, sight? Easy - LJ
Failing the mission
Niko: We had a few chopper troubles. This isn't going to be possible.
U.L. Paper: Niko, I need you to come through on this. I'll be in touch.
Losing the target
Little Jacob: De boss gonna be vex with I an' I for losing dat ras clot ya know, cha! One love, me breda.
(Niko calls his U.L. Paper contact)
Niko: I lost your man.
Contact: He wasn't my man, he was your target. Lives may be lost because of this mistake. I'll be in touch. Pathetic.
Little Jacob dies
Niko: We lost Jacob in this piece of shit mission of yours.
Contact: He paid his debt to our country. He did a good thing. Maybe that was the one good thing he did. Not a bad way to die. I'll be in touch.
Helicopter flies into Alderney
Little Jacob: Rhaatid. Him back over on land again.
(Niko calls the U.L. Paper contact)
Niko: We couldn't get a clean shot on the chopper.
Contact: Dammit. Maybe he should have been taken down anyway. Maybe the casualties would have been fewer overall. Fuck the math. This is no way to fight a war. There might be another opportunity.
(Dialogue which isn't heard in-game)
Little Jacob: A crane, Niko. Watch yourself.
Little Jacob: and tell me some I haffi come up here and meet him, and den find some boy and mash him up and ting.
Little Jacob: Can't shoot dis bumba clot from back here.
Little Jacob: Cha, me no come yah fe hear bout how horse dead and cow fat. It nuh nuttin.
Little Jacob: Chill Niko, we catch him soon enough.
Little Jacob: Come down, Niko. I an' I need fe get lower for de shot and ting.
Little Jacob: Don't go hitting a crane or nothing.
Little Jacob: For real. I'm gwan give dem boy some hot fe jump for!
Little Jacob: Get closer.
Little Jacob: Get dis ting up higher so me can shoot dis ras clot.
Little Jacob: Girl wine up and ting, like she looking for something and ting.
Niko: Give the tourists something to tell their families back home.
Niko: Good place to hide if the government are after you.
Little Jacob: He trying to lose I and I through City Hall.
Niko: Hey, me and Jacob kind of messed up.
Little Jacob: Him going through City Hall. That's a seriously tight fit.
Niko: I am sorry for getting you into this. It was that girl, Michelle. She played me.
Little Jacob: I an I' need fe closer.
Niko: I can make it.
Little Jacob: I dey 'pon haste.
Little Jacob: I need fe take a shot soon, sight?
Niko: I should have seen.
Little Jacob: I thought de girl was too good to be true ya know Niko.
Little Jacob: I tink dat's our boy over der ya know. Get him so we can go home man.
Niko: Jacob, how'd they get you into this shit?
Little Jacob: Make we dweet. Get the chopper in place.
Little Jacob: Niko, watch out for the crane.
Little Jacob: Ras. De chopper ain't in good shape and ting. It fuckery to the fullness, seen?
Little Jacob: Some bigga ess put some pressure pon me and call me up in him office and tell me all type of nonsense.
Little Jacob: Take him inna Middle Park. Dere ain't too many people over dere.
Niko: What do you mean? Is full of rich joggers and tourists.
Little Jacob: Wine up on the blood clot.
Little Jacob: Ya going through the arch? Ya crazy? Don't get me killed!
Little Jacob: Ya man. It just some almshouse gwaan ya know. Forward a chopper, see America? It's a real fucked up place man.
Niko: Yeah, sounds familiar.
Little Jacob: Yo just chill Niko, you can always head around.
Little Jacob: Yo, I an' I see ya soon Niko.