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I Believe I Can Fly
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Vital statistics
Game King of The Hill
For Victor Sax
Location Yellow Jack Inn, Sandy Shores
Prerequisites None
Mission Failure Wasted/Busted
Victor is killed
Plane is destroyed before take off
Rewards None
Protagonist(s) Miklos Lipton
Progression
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I Believe I Can Fly is a mission in Grand Theft Auto: King of The Hill, given to Miklos Lipton by Victor Sax.

Plot

Miklos comes back to Yellow Jack Inn bar. Victor is flirting with two women:

  • Victor: ..And, hey, I don't want to brag, but they call me " The Descomunal Pito" 'round here. E-he-he.

Miklos comes to them:

  • Miklos: Excuse me, ladies, I've got to speak with Mr. Bigshot.
  • Woman: All yours, honey. *They leave*
  • Victor: Heyheyheyhey!! Wait, where are ya.. MIKLOS! Couldn't you see I was THIS close to fuck two broads who look like a mix of Poppy Mitchell and Jenni Taylor?! You don't see that kind of bitches in SANDY FREAKING SHORES!
  • Miklos: That can wait, let's talk about the project.
  • Victor: "THAT CAN WAIT"?! And your fucked up crusade can't?! A CRIMINAL UNDERWORLD won't be taken over in A DAY, you dipshit! Especially not with YOU and your slow thinking!
  • Miklos: Plese. Calm. Down.
  • Victor: Oh, you tell me to calm down? Does that make you feel mature, kid?!
  • Miklos: Well, I'm sorry! Okay?
  • Victor: You're nothing! You're nothing but a naive, dumb, fuckface of a child! And never will be anything els..

Miklos punches Victor in the face, who collapses:

  • Victor: Ow! Man, what the fuck!
  • Miklos: *Grabs Victor from sleeve* Listen, I am in charge now! ME. And you're going to do just as I fucking say, if you don't want to spend the rest of your life as an EUNUCH!
  • Victor: O-o-o-k-kay.. Heh.. Let's.. let's not freak out, man.. L-let me go.. please, Sir.. *Miklos lets go, Victor stands up* I am.. sorry.. if I was.. contentious.
  • Miklos: Just a friendly reminder; I am your boss now. And I do not tolerate disparaging attitude.
  • Victor: Y-you certainly are, no doubt. That's what we agreed of.. I'm sorry.. You just..
  • Miklos: I what?
  • Victor: Didn't make a quite impressive first impression.. *Pause* No offence.
  • Miklos: Alright, back to business; the bikers are on each others throats. What next?
  • Victor: Um.. Is it okay I suggest something?
  • Miklos: Go ahead.
  • Victor: Well, erm.. As you probably know, me and my companions get our living by smuggling weapons. But lately.. the competition.. has increased too much.
  • Miklos: So we need to undermine their business? Sounds sensible. Let's do it.
  • Victor: Lead the way, Sir.
  • Miklos: No need to call me Sir.
  • Victor: Yes, Sir.

During the drive to McKenzie airfield:

  • Miklos: Sorry I hit you, by the way.
  • Victor: No no no, no need to apologize. I admit, I can be quite a dick at times.
  • Miklos: Alright. What's our destination?
  • Victor: An airfield at Grapeseed. McKenzie airfield. The Armenians rent it now and then to transport guns. Kinda ingenious, to be honest. Trafficking weapons via air? Fuck.. Why didn't I think of that?
  • Miklos: Oh, I thought that was how you usually do it.
  • Victor: No. WE use the good old methods. Like REAL old methods. Sepia-old methods. Hiding them among fruits, vegetables, all that kind of shit to get them to the other side of the border. It's a risky and very slow process, but worth it.
  • Miklos: But apparently that can be done much more easily.
  • Victor: Yeeeeessss, and that's why them motherfucking Armenian bastards make more profit. But if you take 'em down, then problem gone.

At the airfield:

  • Victor: Okay, boss. The airfield is more heavily guarded than Bollingbroke Prison. Taking over won't be a piece of cake. Man, maybe we should get my boys and...
  • Miklos: No. I want to be a shadow. A mysterious adversary whose real identity is a riddle for the Armenians. I don't want them to know it's me, yet.
  • Victor: Hm. That means no survivors.
  • Miklos: I can handle this. You, find some quiet place to look out for enforcers.

At the airfield, Miklos guns down all the Armenians guarding a plane full of weapons. To escape the enforcers, he gets in the nearby plane, and flies away. Miklos calls Victor:

  • Miklos: Alrighty, Vic. I'm in a plane full of weapons. All the other stuff is destroyed. Where can I land this?
  • Victor: Land? I don't want that crap! I'm good with my own products.
  • Miklos: Um, are you exactly sure?
  • Victor: Fuck, I can't sell that stuff! It's all MARKED, like money. Crash the plane. Can't think of anything else. I'll be in touch.

Miklos then bails and the plane crashes.

  • Miklos: I hope it didn't hit anyone..

Post-Mission Text Message

  • Victor: Sorry again for being so rude. I give you my full support on your project. Especially on screwing with the Armenians. That reminds me, I've got a plan that will destroy them for good. FOR. GOOD. If you're interested, meet me at the bar.

Post-Mission Phone Call

  • Perry: Miklos? How's our empire?
  • Miklos: Good for a start. Would be better if you would help.
  • Perry: Miklos, M, I couldn't trust myself with this. I am the smarter of us two, but you're the more determined. So, you do the work, and the final result will be absolutely... rewarding.

Reward

  • No rewards for completing this mission.

Objectives

  • Go to McKenzie airfield
  • Kill all the Armenians
  • Escape the airfield
  • Crash the plane

Gold Medal Objectives

  • Time - Complete in 4:00
  • Unmarked - Finish with minimum damage on health and armor
  • Headshots - Kill 5 enemies via headshot