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'''Niko''': Good shot, Jacob. | '''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. | '''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''': | '''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''': | '''Little Jacob''': Let's do it! | ||
==Alternate dialogue== | ==Alternate dialogue== |
Revision as of 13:03, 21 July 2014
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.
Script
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. He's over the water. Now are the time.
(Little Jacob misses)
Little Jacob: How am I gonna get dis bumba clot with ya moving all over de place?
Little Jacob: Rhaatid, that just fuckery. I need to be back inna line.
Little Jacob: Steady now man, me need fe shoot!
Niko: Why'd you miss, Jacob? Smoking too much?
Little Jacob: Keep steady for de shot now.
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!
Alternate dialogue
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.
Post mission phone call
Failing the mission
Losing the helicopter
Little Jacob: De boss gonna be vex with I an' I for losing dat ras clot ya know, cha! One love, me breda.
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.