Vice City: 2006

Eager to walk after the long flight from San Andreas to Vice City, Richard Moore stepped down the escalator of Escobar International Airport, squinting his eyes from the glare of Florida's hot sun. He slowly made his way through the crowded airport to the conveyor belt where his luggage could be. He stood there for a minute or two looking for his luggage.

Not to worry, he thought. My bag will be here soon.

He began to grow impatient. His friend, Eric Starch, was going to pick him up in less than 5 minutes. Him and Eric began to grow distant throughout the years because Eric moved to Vice City while Richard stayed in San Andreas. Both of them hated San Andreas. Ever since Grove Street took over everything, the ordinary people were pretty much screwed. They had no freedom. If Sean or Carl wanted you to do something, you'd do it or you'd be a corpse. Both Richard and Eric were desirable to Carl because they had experience with crime. Both of them were dreamers except Eric could live out his dreams and he finally bailed on San Andreas and moved to Vice. He also promised to get Richard a ticket so both of them could leave that dump they used to call home. Right before they left, he convinced Richard to get back at Grove Street with him. They both got into a car and did a drive-by across Grove Street. Richard shot and killed one of the gangsters called "Ryder". Soon the rest of the grove street gang was on their tail. Realizing he was into deep, Eric kicked Richard out of the car and left him for dead while he got on a plane and left for Paradise: Vice City. Carl and Sean nearly killed Richard until they had their way with him and turned him into San Andreas' corrupt police.

Forget it. I don't have time to wait for my bag. It only has a few clothes. As long as I have my cash and iPod, I'm happy, He thought to himself again. He turned away from the conveyor belt and began to walk toward the door. He walked past two security guards with the words "P.I.G.S" on their backs beating a man senseless and an old homeless man sleeping on a bench that had a sign that said, "the end is near".

While focusing on all of the events going on around him, his focus got shoved in front of him when a fist connected to his face, knocking him to the ground.

"Watch where you're going, you piece of crap!" said the fat Cuban in a Hawaiian shirt man who punched him.

" I saw you a mile away cause you're kind of hard to miss, fat ass" Richard snapped back

"Eh, We got a wise guy here, Andres" the man chuckled to a thin man in the same shirt next to him.

"Looks like it, amigo. Dominic, maybe you should tell him what we do with wise guys," said the man known as Andres.

"Maybe you're right. Well, smart ass, if you're a wise guy, you gonna end up at a funeral home" said Dominic

"Really? I think it'd be kind of tacky to show up at your funerals after I killed you both," Richard said with a grin appearing on his face, starting to get up.

The Cuban men began to laugh as Dominic began to pull out a gun. Acting quickly, Richard punched Andres and proceeded to tackle Dominic, knocking him to the ground and stealing his gun. Richard got up and shot Andres in the chest, killing him. He then kicked Dominic in the face. Dominic couldn't physically get up, so Richard continued to beat on Dominic. After Dominic's face was covered in blood and his nose was broken, Richard said, "Hey Dominic?"

"Yeah?" he said, spitting blood

"I'm gonna need the address to funeral home, bitch." Richard said as he pulled the trigger of the gun, stealing Dominic's life.

Richard soon felt frustrated. He wasn't planning on returning to his life of crime. He just planned on buying a bike and ride around all day and meeting girls. Plans change. After grieving over his actions he felt a barrel of a pistol touching the side of his head. Richard slowly turned his head to see a man with shaggy brown hair with a faded beard wearing an orange tee-shirt, a pair of baggy jeans, and a classic pair on converse. He smiled as he said "Welcome to Vice City"