8TVice City, Vercetti Estate

Ken Rosenberg ran very quickly, at least for him, to catch up with Tommy before he left the mansion. He rounded the corner out of the hallway from the pool and saw him walking towards the door, whistling a little tune to himself. "Tommy, hey Tommy!" he yelled. Tommy stopped and looked at him. "What is it ken?" he asked in annoyance. Ken stopped next to him and bent over, breathing hard. "I got some bad news about victoria, and your son." Tommy's eyes went cold. "What is it?" he said softly. ken backed up a little. When it came to victoria, Tommy couldn't care less, but his son? Tommy would blow up the world to protect his son. "Well, umm, there was a shootout on the block they live in, victoria died and umm..." he was cut short by Tommy grabbing him by his neck and screaming at him. "WHAT ABOUT MY SON?!" Ken choked out an answer. "He's in... jail... right now...for killing...the shooters..." Tommy let him go. "Fuck!" he yelled. He turned to ken. "Get him out of there, bring him here." Ken looked up at him. "But Tommy.." Tommy Vercetti turned on his long time friend. "If he isn't here before the end of the week, I will kill you myself." Ken nodded. "Y-yeah, sure thing Tommy. as soon as possible." Ken went to the bar to get some ice for his neck. Then he pulled out his cell phone. Time to call in a favor.

San Andreas, Los Santos, Grove Street

Carl Johnson rolled over and picked up the phone. "Yeah?" He listened for a few seconds. "Who's this?" A few more seconds. "Fo' real? Yeah, aight dude, i'll have him on a plane ASAP, aight, later." He hung up the phone and looked over at the bodies occupying his bed. "Shit, when the hell did a third one show up?" He shook his head and got up to shower. He really should stop bringing mad dogs groupies to his house. So, Tommy Vercetti has a kid huh? He thought to himself. This could be interesting.

Las Venturas

Outside the courthouse a young man was walking up the steps. He took every step with the pride and confidence one would expect of royalty. Which he was, after a fashion, even though he didn't know it. He was on trial for a quadruple homicide. Which he didn't try to hide. When the police showed up at his mothers funeral, they were kind enough to wait for the service to end before they took him into custody. Because of the respect they showed, he didn't resist and gave his full co-operation. He told them everything he did, and wrote it down for them. They were grateful. He had a plan though. They didn't test him for drugs, and he had gone to the doctor earlier that day high as a kite, for the first time in his life. His lawyer had that paperwork on him right now. Everything was going to be thrown out because they didn't drug test him. That, and he didn't give consent for a search they did of his car, which held the murder weapon. the backup plan. It was foolproof. He grinned, four murders in plain sight of everyone, and he would get away scot free. He loved the judicial system. It was too bad it wasn't going to end that way though. What the young man didn't see was a large black armored vehicle coming around the corner. Someone had posted bail on him, so he had no police escort. The media had been kept out so he wouldn't be seen by the public as anything other than a murderer, so they weren't there. His lawyer was already inside. So the only people out there to see him were on the street. So when the black armored vehicle pulled onto the sidewalk and several masked men jumped out and put a bag over his head, the police would only know that he had been kidnapped.

Once he was in the van, the bag was pulled off and he saw a masked face looking at him. He hit it with his knee. The guys head shot forward and he head butted him, feeling a warm liquid splat on his face and heard a sharp crack. Before he could do anymore though the barrel of a cannon was put into his face. He stopped, know that this was the day he was going to die. he was not too disappointed when his life didn't flash before his eyes. "This revenge for those fuckers I killed? Cause if so, Fuck you." He said defiantly. The guys looked at each other and started laughing. The one he had hit took off his mask, as did the rest. He recognized only one of them. "Arent you that rapper guy? What the hell is going on?" Another one, a large muscular black man, spoke. "Chill out man, we're sending you to your father, in Vice City." He held out his hand. The young man stared at the hand, then took it. He was helped up. "My name is CJ, what's yours?" The young man looked around, and then laughed. They all looked at each other with confused looks on their faces. "My name's Jack, nice to meet ya." he kept laughing. His father, the one time he tries to help, he screws things up even more.

Vice City, Escobar International Airport

Ken waited for private jet to come to a complete stop. They were at the far end of the airport, in the private sector. Carl had pulled through on this one. He leaned against the limo and wondered what the guy looked like. He'd seen him once, when the kid was eight years old. He was twenty-two now. When the door opened and he watched him get off, he nearly shit in his pants. The kid looked almost exactly like Tommy. There were a few differences, but the eyes, even from this distance. Even though they were a really dark blue, the intensity was there. Dark brown hair and a clean shaven face. Hell, his hair was even short too. The kid was bigger than his old man though. According to the file he had gotten from the LSPD, he was six foot one and weighed two fifteen. All muscle. Made sense, he didn't live in the best area, but it was close to the beach. Had to look your best for the bikini girls. Jack walked up to him. They were the same height, but the kids presence dwarfed his own. "So, you taking me to my dad?" He asked. Ken put on a big shit eating grin. "Hell yeah Jackie boy, you remember me, right?" Jack grinned. "Yeah, I remember you, you showed up some years back and tried to screw my mother." The grin left ken's face. He had forgotten about that. "Well, lets not say anything about that to your dad, huh?" he said. Jack pulled back and punched him in the stomach. Hard. Ken doubled over and puked. "Sure," he said and got into the limo. "Christ..." ken got back up. New mental note, don't get on the kids bad side, he hits like a freight train.

Starfish Island, Vercetti Estate

Jack was amazed as they pulled into the huge driveway. The mansion was enormous. He didn't even see anything like it in Las Venturas. As the limo pulled to a stop in front of the mansion, he saw a man he'd only ever seen pictures of while growing up. He didn't know how to approach this man, so he thought he'd let him make the first move, then he'd decide whether or not to kill him. He got out of the limo, noticing with a slight smile that Rosenberg was having a little walking problem. he approached his father. He was taller than the man, and bigger, but the man carried a confidence in his stance. They looked at each other for a few seconds, then the man broke into a laugh and gave him a hug. "It's damn great to finally meet you son. Come on, i'll show you around." He turned around and walked into the mansion. Jack followed.

"So this is the office, where we end our tour," Tommy said about twenty minutes later. "Any questions?" Jack nodded. "Yeah, a few. One, where the hell have you been my whole life, two, where were you when mom died, and finally, why the hell did you kidnap me and bring me out here? I had that case beat before they even arrested me!" Tommy's eyes fired up and for a second it seemed like there was going to be an explosion between the two, until Jack looked around and asked another question. "Hey, did you know this looks alot like the mansion on scarface?" Tommy blinked, then laughed. "Yeah, i've thought that a few times myself. believe it or not, I actually killed a Cuban drug lord to get it too, ha ha ha!" Jack didn't laugh. Tommy stopped laughing and sat down. "Ok, fine. I was in prison and your mom was my lawyer, we had a conjugal and I knocked her up. You were six years old and in San Andreas when I got out. I planned on one more job then I was going to come out and join you, I planned on retiring. But, well, long story short, some really fucked up shit happened here and I decided that you and you're mom would be better if you didn't live with a walking target. Besides, I sent ken out there a few years ago to set you guys up for life, did I not?" Jack snorted. "Yeah, you did, but ken lost the casino to some idiot from Liberty City and it was some triad guys who got it back. For a piece, of course. They outright own it now, since they talked mom into a contract that said if she ever died they would get an option to buy it from me. Which they did, for about three hundred million. Which is now tied up in frozen accounts until the completion of my trial, and, if found not guilty, would be unfrozen and I would have my money. But now, thanks to you, I have no money. I'm now considered a runner, which means that even though I was kidnapped, I have bounty hunters on my case. A five million dollar bail bond. Thats at least a million dollar bounty. Also, the government now has three hundred million dollars to do what they want with. Thank you, you really fucking saved me." Tommy sat there, thinking. "So how did you have the case beat?" Jack frowned. "That was the easy part. I showed up and confessed after loading myself up with so much pot I could barely stand. I pulled it off though, they didn't drug test me. Earlier, right after getting high, I had gone and gotten a drug test at the hospital, said it was for a job interview. Then, they searched my trunk and found the knife I used to kill those assholes with. But they didn't have my permission, or even probable cause. They pretended like they did, but I had a hidden camera that caught them. All of that and my lawyer combined to have a mistrial before the opening statement even finished." Tommy nodded. "You're pretty goddamn smart Jack, you got that from your mom, but how did you know so much about police procedure?" It was jacks turn to laugh. "Four years of college got me two bachelors degrees, in criminal psychology and criminal justice with a minor in law." Tommy chuckled. "Were you going to be a lawyer?" Jack shook his head. "Those are almost a requirement to run a casino these days." Tommy sighed. "Well, this is what i'll do. I'll get ken to start working on getting your money without the government getting it, and i'll also see what I can do about those bounty hunters that are sure to be coming. Stay here in the meantime. Go to the beach, get laid. Use any of the cars you want. Consider it a vacation on your old man. ok?" Jack stood up and held out his hand. Tommy smiled. "Right, forgot." He pulled out his wallet and handed him a card. "Do me a favor, that's a five hundred grand limit, don't max it out in a day, take at least two." Jack grinned.

Washington Beach, Beachfront Cafe

Jack was sitting on the patio drinking a coke when he saw her. She was beautiful. maybe twenty years old. She had long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, and big blue eyes. Unless he missed his guess, she was Japanese. She was average height for a woman, maybe five foot six. Slender, and well rounded. The eyes though. Those were what caught him. She was wearing black leather mini skirt with a purple belly shirt. She made her way over to his table. "Mind if I sit?" He gestured toward the chair next to him. She nodded and sat. "I haven't seen you around here before, you new?" He nodded."Hmm, a quiet type. I like that. So where are you from?" He leaned forward a little, taking a sip of his drink. "San Andreas." She smiled. "I like it there, I hope to live there someday." Jack nodded. She held out her hand. "Miya." He took it. "Jack." A loud noise brought his attention to the street. Two cars were racing down the street, they looked like your average rice burners, a Toyota and an accord. They blew past the cafe, slamming the brakes and turning simultaneous one-eighties. Miya let go of his hand. "I have to go," she said. He stood up. "Well it was nice meeting you, hope to see you again." She smiled, "I'd like that." She walked off of the patio and waited by the curb. The Toyota and accord pulled up to the side and the drivers got out. One was asian with spiked and frosted black hair. He had a small goatee. The other was a big black guy, looked like a bodybuilder. He had a bit of an afro. The asian guy spoke to Miya, looked at Jack, then ran over to the patio. Jack stood up. He came over to the table. "So you think you can hit on my property, gaijin?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "I wouldnt dream of hitting on something that belonged to you, looking at your hair, you obviously have bad taste." The man narrowed his eyes. "Very funny, don't ever come near Miya again, she belongs to me." Jack grinned. "Really? Thats funny, I kinda thought that with slavery being aboloished and this being a free country, she belonged to herself and no one else." the man kicked the table up, and Jack didn't hesitate, when the table was up in the air, he front kicked it back at the asian man, knocking him down. He then jumped over the small wall to the sidewalk, only to be confronted by the black guy. He took a swing and Jack blocked with his left forearm, uppercutting the much larger man in the jaw. The man fell back and jack forced the advantage. He kicked him behind the left knee, dropping him. Then he straight punched him with his right, finishing with his left knee to the mans face. He fell to the ground, a fractured jaw and broken nose taking him out of the extremely short fight. Jack pulled his keys out of his pocket and headed for his car. Miya ran with him. He slid across the hood and hopped into the drivers seat. Miya got into the passenger seat and he left a patch of rubber in front of the cafe. In his rearview he saw the two get into they're cars and come speeding after him. They caught up fairly quickly, he was still getting used to the streets of vice city. He decided safety wasn't an option at this point and floored it. He wove in and out of traffic, trying to lose them, but this was their city, they knew it better than him. He saw a red light coming and slammed on the brakes, causing the other two to rocket past him. He spun the wheel and applied the handbrake, letting go when he was facing the opposite direction. Gunning it, he went down a nearby alleyway. The bridge to starfish island, and the mansion, was only a few miles north of here. Unfortunately, as he passed the first bridge, he needed the second, he found to his dismay, the police station. He considered slowing down, but he was doing nearly two hundred miles per hour. He shrugged. "Fuck it." When they blew past the police station, two patrol cars started after him. When he saw a semi with a trailer attached up ahead of him, he grinned. When he got alongside it, he turned off his lights. Miya looked at him. "What are you doing?" He merely looked at her. "Houdini," and he pulled in under the trailer. She gaped wide eyed with her mouth open. "Oh my god we are going to die." She said. He snorted. "Have a little faith, this isn't the first time i've done this." She looked at him. "I can only assume Thats the reason you have a name for it?" He chuckled. The semi started to pull over to the side of the road, and he pulled over with it. After a few seconds the patrol cars went past them. Before the semi could pull back onto the road, he turned on his lights and drove out from underneath it. Five more minutes and he was pulling into his fathers mansion. When the garage door closed behind him, they got out and he quickly checked out the car for any scratches. He didn't want the first car he borrowed to come back messed up. He wanted to save that for maybe the third or fourth. Miya whistled. "R33 Nissan skyline GT-R, 02' model. 277 horsepower at 6800 rpm's, zero to forty in 2.7 seconds, hits one hundred in thirteen flat. Over a hundred in a quarter mile. With some modifications, as I saw on the way over here." Jack nodded, duly impressed. "When did you read the manual?" Miya laughed. I have one just like this at home, only, its silver." Jack looked down at the car. "But I like red." he mumbled.

Vercetti Mansion, Starfish Isle

Walking through the house, Miya marveled at the size of the place. Jack merely shrugged and led her upstairs. He was met at the top by his father. "Hey, I heard on the police scanner about a high speed chase with a red nissan skyline." Jack stopped and Miya looked a little scared. Jack smiled. "Its in the garage, and with no scratches." Tommy shook his head. "I don't care about the car, just wanted to make sure you're ok. Have fun." He nodded slightly in Miya's direction, and she blushed slightly. They said their good nights and Jack took her to his room. In the room, Miya looked around. It was barely furnished, with only a bed and some luggage. She looked at Jack curiously. "I just got here today, so I haven't had time to unpack or get some new furniture." She nodded and sat on the bed. "sooo, am I staying the night?" She asked. Jack looked at her. Man, she was beautiful. "If you don't want to, I can take you home, and if you do, you don't have to stay in here, we have alot of empty rooms that have beds." She got up and walked over to him. Putting her arms around his neck, she stood up on tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips, then took him by the hand and led him to the bed. "Here is fine," she whispered.

A few days later he was riding home a PCJ900 he found in the back of his dad's garage after leaving Miya's home. He still couldn't get her last words out of his mind. "I think i'm falling in love with you Jack, see ya later." He thought it could have been a joke, but after last night, he wasn't sure. That had been something he had never experienced before. It wasn't just sex, he was sure of that. It was something else. The entire time, they just stared into each others eyes. He'd never felt anything like it. He couldn't sleep afterward either, it was like she had rejuvenated him. He just stayed up and watched her sleep. When she woke up, she smiled at him, completely happy that he was still there. He had been a little surprised, of course he was still there, and that counted in her mind. Thats what she had told him, anyway. He was taken out of his reverie by a car horn, he had drifted into the other lane. He waved and they gave him the bird. Life was good.

He pulled into a club called The Malibu that his father owned. he noticed that his father owned quite a bit of this city. Walking in, he was surprised that it was even open to the public. This club was usually closed until dark. Standing around the bar were six guys wearing suits. They looked liked they just came from a business meeting, all the suits were gray, with red ties. He walked around to the stairs leading to the office. His fathers current manager of the place was someone by the name of Emilio Valdez. Jack didn't know the connection between the two, and he didn't want to, his fathers businesses were all involved in some illegal activity or another. At the bottom of the stairs he was stopped by a large black man, who looked startled to see him there. It took Jack only a second to recognize the goon from a few nights before. The guy recognized him though. Before Jack could even react, the man pulled a large caliber pistol and aimed it at him. Jack immediately put up his hands and smiled. "Not still mad about the other night are ya?" The goon grinned back, showing some spaces where teeth used to be. Jack spoke before thinking. "You had a much nicer smile a few days..." Blackness was what he saw next.

When Jack regained consciousness, he kept his eyes closed, listening to his surroundings. Trying to, anyway. It's not like he was a fucking ninja. All he heard was an engine, and felt movement. He was in a vehicle. He risked slitting an eye to see what was going on and regretted it when he did. He was in the back of a van with three bodies. They were starting to smell too. He sighed inwardly. 'Fuck it,' he thought to himself, and sat up. There were two drivers, and four people sitting in front of him. None of them were paying any attention to him. "So where we going?" He as jovially. The four started and turned to face him. He put his hands behind his head and grinned, these idiots didn't even tie him up. 'I get no respect,' he chuckled inwardly. The goon in the passenger seat looked back, it was the black guy. He thought about giving him a name, since he didn't know it. Before he could come up with one, the goon spoke. "Your Tommy Vercetti's kid, right?" Jack's smile dropped from his face. He didn't say anything. "Yeah, I thought so. We're going to take a trip. So shut up and enjoy the ride. If you try to run, we'll have the guy's we have here kill Miya." He turned back to the front and Jack checked his pockets. Everything was gone. He quickly went for the door, and before he'd moved even a foot, there were several guns pointed at him. "I told them you were quick, they've been waiting for it." Jack sat back. "Shit."