Vice City, 1982

A Caucasian, Hispanic male was on a plane that was on its way to Escobar International Airport. This Hispanic male had a light brown mullet and a light brown handlebar mustache, along with pale blue eyes, and they were dressed in a dark tan shirt, brown pants and gray shoes. They appeared to be a VCPD officer, judging from their outfit, and once the plane had landed, they grabbed their suitcase and left the airport, where a VCPD Cruiser drove up to them. Behind the wheel of the Cruiser sat another Caucasian Hispanic male, only this one had short, shaven blonde hair, no facial hair and pale blue eyes.

"Hey, welcome to Vice City. Are you Henrique Rivèra?" The blonde haired male asked the brown haired male, whose name was apparently Henrique Rivèra.

"Thank you, and yes, my name is Henrique Rivèra. I'm the new officer who flew in from San Fierro." Henrique replied. "You must be Gustavo Jiminez."

"Why, yes, I am. Now, come on, I'll escort you to your new living space in this city, since you're gonna be working here, you might as well be living here, eh?" Gustavo replied with a chuckle.

"Of course, of course." Henrique replied as he put his suitcase in the trunk of the VCPD Cruiser.

"You mind driving there? I'll give you directions." Gustavo replied as he got out of the car and sat down in the front passenger seat.

"Not at all." Henrique replied as he got behind the wheel and began driving to his new place.

"Drive us to the place in Little Haiti. I'll let you know when we're there." Gustavo told Henrique as he began driving there. "We're glad to have you on board, Officer Rivèra." Gustavo then told Henrique.

"I'm glad to be on board as well, Sergeant Jiminez." Henrique replied. "So, why don't you show me around the city?"

"Fucking hurricane." Gustavo replied.

"What?" Henrique asked, a bit confused about Gustavo's response.

"Hurricane Mallory was forecast to strike in Vice City, so all bridges to and from the mainland have been closed, and you can't cross them at the moment." Gustavo explained. They then made it to Henrique's new place in Little Haiti. "Here we are. Now let's go inside, Henrique." Gustavo said as the two got out of the Cruiser. Henrique grabbed his suitcase and the two went inside. The house had a couch, a television, a four person table with four chairs, a small kitchen, a two person bedroom and a small bathroom, along with a storage closer and a 1 car garage outside. "Now, doesn't this look nice, Henrique? It's not exactly, eh...glamorous, but it'll have to do for now. Perhaps once you get some more money, you might be able to get yourself a better place, eh?" Gustavo then said to Henrique as he playfully patted his shoulder.

"I guess, sir." Henrique replied as he put down his suitcase.

"So, Henrique, tell me...What caused you to come to Vice City and become a police officer?" Gustavo asked as he and Henrique sat down at the table.

"My family back in San Fierro is poor, sir. My childhood home didn't have any electricity until I was about 14. It was essentially a shithole, so to speak. So when I heard about the VCPD hiring, I took the oppertunity and moved here to support my family back home." Henrique explained.

"So, you joined the police to get rich?" Gustavo asked.

"In a sense, I suppose so, sir." Henrique replied as he rubbed his neck for a bit, apparently being a bit ashamed to admit that.

"Well, no worries, Henrique. I think I can help you with your financial situation. Come by my office at the Little Havana Police Station as soon as you can, then we can discuss some business to help you get some cash." Gustavo replied before standing up. "Oh, before I go, have this." Gustavo told Henrique as he handed him a pager.

"What's this?" Henrique asked with a tilt of his head.

"It's a pager, a form of communication. Welcome to the 80s, Henrique. I must go now. Like I said, come by the Little Havana Police Station soon, and I'll give you a job." Gustavo replied before he left the house.

A little while later, Henrique dropped by the Little Havana Police Station, and went to Gustavo's office. "Alright, I'm here, sir. What is it you have for me?" Henrique asked Gustavo, who was sitting behind his desk with his feet on it.

"Hey, Henrique, it's okay, you can just call me Gustavo." Gustavo told Henrique. "Now, about that little job I was talking about...There is a guy I'm working with, his name is Patrick O'Sullivan. He's got a package that I need. Take my bike, and head on over to his yacht off Viceport, and tell him I sent you, then he'll give you the package. So once you get the package, hide it in your locker here at the station, and then I'll look after it." He continued.

"Sure, I'll take care of it." Henrique replied before he left the station. He proceeded to get on Gustavo's VCPD WinterGreen and drove on over to Viceport, where a Dinghy was docked. He proceeded to take the Dinghy and went on over to Patrick O'Sullivan's yacht. "Hey, are you Patrick O'Sullivan?" Henrique asked a Caucasian male with shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes dressed in a red t-shirt with a black jacket over it along with black trousers and white trainers.

"Yes, that's me. Who are you?" Patrick O'Sullivan asked.

"I'm Henrique Rivèra. Gustavo Jiminez sent me." Henrique explained.

"Ah, he sent you to come pick up that package he needs, right? Well, here you go." Patrick told Henrique as he tossed Henrique a package with what appeared to be cocaine. Suddenly, gangsters in Squalos started showing up, and they began firing their guns at the yacht and Henrique's yacht.

"Shit, some goons are onto us! Get out of here and take Gustavo's package to safety!" Patrick told Henrique. Henrique made his way back to mainland, and made his way back to the Little Havana Police Station, where he stuffed the package of cocaine in his locker. He then left the station and got a Pager message from Gustavo.

"Well done on that last job. Come by the station again soon for more. – Gustavo" The pager message read.

Sometime later, Henrique was back in Gustavo's office. "Gustavo, I'm really worried that someone is gonna catch me with that gram of cocaine in my locker. You're gonna have to get that stuff out of there before someone catches me with it." Henrique complained. He knew about the heavy jail sentences that cocaine trafficking attract, and couldn't afford to be put in jail in his current situation.

"Relax, Henrique. I'll get that stuff out of there before anyone even notices it's there. For now, I want you to go meet with an associate of mine. His name's Phil Cassidy, he's got a depot over in Vice Port, so head on over there, and help him out with a few problems." Gustavo told Henrique.

"Okay. In the meantime, you take care of that coke in my locker." Henrique replied before he left the station, got on Gustavo's VCPD WinterGreen and drove over to Phil's Depot in Viceport. Once he got there, he got off the WinterGreen and entered the shooting range, where Phil Cassidy was shooting targets with a Stubby Shotgun. Phil was a Caucasian male with a blonde mullet and a blonde handlebar mustache, and he wore a black tank top and blue jeans. It was unknown what shoes he was wearing, though.

"Hey, are you Phil Cassidy?" Henrique asked him.

"Whuh? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's me. And who might ya be, lil' buddy?" Phil asked Henrique.

"I'm Henrique Rivèra. Gustavo Jiminez sent me." Henrique replied, scratching his head.

"Ah, that's great. He's probably been waiting for that weapons shipment he's ordered from me. It's loaded in a blue Pony outside, take it to Gustavo's lockup in Little Havana, and he'll take care of it from there." Phil told Henrique before he continued shooting targets. Henrique left the shooting range and went outside to get in the Pony that was parked outside. He drove it back to Little Havana and drove it into Gustavo's lockup. He got out the Pony and left the scene.