Hello people! I developed a strong love for GTA Vice City, and therefore I decided to write a fic about it! Its kind of violent (Its GTA we´re talking about..) and contains bad language, but if you´re okay with that, please move on!

The 1980´s were big years for Vice City, USA. The city was a sprawling metropolis, it was the centre of the southern parts of the country. It was a time of neon, bright colors, disco dancing and spectacular trends. What was even more sprawling was the syndicates of Vice City. There were the small street gangs walking the city, ocassionally beating up pedestrians without reason. There were the syndicates of little Havanna and little Haiti led by more formal but at the same time violent gangsters. And there were the small-time gangs led by corrupted souls. These gangs were often drug dealing joints. There was a man who had been part of such a gang. His name was Tommy Vercetti, a notorious criminal from Liberty City who had been in prison for fifteen years, then been released thanks to his boss, who had then sent him to Vice City, where Tommy could operate more anonymously due to the fact that he wasn´t very famous there. For six years, Tommy had ravaged Vice City. Then, in 1992, at the age of 42, Tommy Vercetti dissapeared.

Episode One

Early 21st century, USA.

It was an early morning in Vice City. Stray cats fought in the dark alleys, and some drunk guy was sleeping by a trash can. By a large warehouse, a young man was standing. He kicked a can violently out on the street, so that it hit the wheel of a passing car with a small bang. Sam Stonefield was bored. He was a nineteen years old american boy with brown hair and dark eyes. Those eyes had seen much. At the age of five, Sam had witnessed the murder of both his parents.

Thugs had done it. Sam and his parents had been for a meal at MacDonalds, and when they were halfway back home the thugs had appeared on the road, smashing in the car window. Then they had shot Sams parents and taken their money.

If it wasn´t for his uncle, Sam would have been living on the streets. His uncle was a very rich man with a lot of reputation, Jerome Stonefield. When he had heard the tragic news that his brother and sister-in-law had been killed, Jerome took care of Sam. After all, Sam was the last of his family.

Sam didn´t remember much of his parents. He could imagine their faces, but no more. He missed them, of course, but he had learned to push the sad feelings away. Jerome Stonefield had raised Sam as any other kid, he had sent him to a reputable school, where Sam had not been very good at anything, taken him to a football club which Sam had been playing in for four years, and seen that he had clothes on his body and food to eat. Jerome had not spoiled Sam, but neither had he denied him much. But when Sam had turned sixteen, things had taken a slightly weird turn.

Jerome Stonefield was the unofficial leader of a drug dealing syndicate, and he needed manpower more than ever. Therefore, the young Sam, who had early shown interest in guns, proved to be a perfect asset to the gang. Sam had been thaught in the use of guns, fistfighting and even been thaught to use knives as tools for silent killing.

But yet, here he was, outside an old warehouse. Sam had been ordered to patrol this morning. Patroling was by far the most boring part of a gangsters life. The warehouse functioned as a hideout and base for the members of the Stonefield Syndicate. And of course, as a storage for the many wares that Jerome Stonefield owned. A few more cars drove by. Then he saw it. Sam located the policeman in the alley across the street by seeing the light mirrored in his badge. If it wasn´t for that, Sam would never had seen him.

`What´s a cop doing here?´ Sam thought. He looked at the man in the alley again, and decided to report to Jason, the head of security in the warehouse. He picked up his iPhone and hit the number to Jason.

"Hello?" Jasons voice appeared.

"Hey, it´s Sam." Sam said in a low voice.

"Samuel, my man! How are things going? Bored?"

"Bored, yes. But theres a cop a distance away who´s been keeping his eyes on us."

Jason was quiet. Then, in a low voice, he said:

"For how long"

"I noticed him just now." Sam said.

"Get him."

"But it´s a cop! If I start running for him, he´ll call for more!"

"Not if you are fast enough." Jason said, and then, along with the familiar "blip", his voice dissapeared.

"Goddammit...!" Sam said to himself, and then he noticed that the policeman backed away and dissapeared into the alley.

"Shit!"

Sam sprinted across the street, at one point he had to throw himself out of the way for a passing car, but otherwise, it was no problem crossing. When he reached the alley, the cop was about fifteen metres away, and he began running when he saw Sam. The running turned into a freerunning challenge, Sam dodged a few persons who had been sleeping in the alley, and vaulted over dustbins which the cop threw down as some kind of attempt to stop Sam. Then he reached for his comlink and shouted.

"Hello!? I need assistance! Quickly! Im close to the ocean view hotel, in an alley! Quickly!"

But while Sam was increasing speed, the cop was losing it, and Sam came closer and closer to him. The cop pulled out his gun and emptied the magazine over his shoulder. Sam was caught by surprise and was just able to roll out of the way when the bullets soared past him and smashed into the walls on both sides of him. The cop swore, and Sam pulled out his knife. He pushed on for a last burst of speed and jumped. Sam flew through the air and grabbed the cop by his arm, and brought the knife arm down. With a meaty thud, the bladed instrument slid through flesh and muscle, and killed the cop instantly. Sam breathed heavily and sat down for a moment, catching his breath and regaining control over his body. Then, Sam reached for the comlink, and said in a low and muffled voice;

"It´s okay. It was nothing." Then he stood up and began to make his way back to the warehouse.