Authors Note: I would like some reviews on this, a few pointers to get me on track anyway. I havn't writted to many fanfics, but I still write em every three dozen years or so. This fic has language, suggestive themes, sexual content blah blah blah just like all my other shit. No big surprise there. Nuff said, here's my story.

"WHAT!? THAT PUNK DID WHAT!?"

Tommy Vercetti jumped out of his chair, eyes popping, his face twisted into complete fury.

"I swear Mr.Vercetti, that muscled black guy we saw a few weeks ago and a bunch of those other Cuban fuckers just came down here and trashed the whole place up. Before me and the boy's got here, the place was a mess. All the cash is gone, as well as your chopper. As far as we can tell, they havn't taken anything else."

"They took all my Money?! Who is they you dumb shit!?"

"It's like I said Mr.Vercetti, it's that guy we beat up a few weeks ago for messin' with Mercedes."

Tommy cleared his throat and took in a deep breath.

"Who is he? How is he involved with the Cubans?"

"I don't know...sir, all we've been able to find out is that he's got connections with a couple of Cuban Gangs."

Tommy Vercetti smiled. "Well then, I guess we have to pay our good friends the Cubans a visit, don't we? Get a gang together and meet me at the docks. Bring some shit from Phil's, he owes me a favor. He knows what to get. And be there before 10 pm, or you'll be swimming in the ocean like the rest of those Cuban dick heads."

Tommy hung up, sat back down on his chair and looked up at the starry sky. After 3 years, he was living up to his old rival Diaz. He had put on a few pounds, and he was almost developing a spanish accent. He sighed, muttered a curse and got up off his chair and began the long descend of 20 flights of stairs from his penthouse suite.

At 10:03 pm, Tommy drove up to the docks in one of his new cars that was custome disigned personaly for him. Leather seats, Radio station with CD player, 375 hourse power and a v8 engine, he took it wherever he went. It was probably the fastest car in the states. He opened the door and stepped out, assault rifle in hand. He leaned on the open door, surveying the crowd before him. A good 15-20 people, all with assault rifles and a few with rocket launchers. Vercetti smiled. It appeared that Phil remembered the favor after all. He closed his door, and began walking towards his troop. A small figure stood out in front of them all, and Tommy soon realized it was Phil. He was in a motorized wheelchair complete with two machine guns.

"Tommy old buddy! Something tells me there's something hot going down! Whatcha got planned?"

"Were gonna hunt some Cubans tonight Phil, I need to find out who the new guy is."

Phil grinned. "Ohh yeah! I think I might tag along. I sure can't wait to use this ol' baby again!"

Phil motioned to the metal structure attached to the side of his body which he happened to call an "arm". It was more a sub-sonic super weapon, that scared the shit out of most people. He'd only used it once, and it had nearly decimated an entire block.

Tommy furrowed a brow.

"Do me a favor Phil, don't use it unless I tell you to."

Phil's smile wavered a little, but didn't dissapear.

"Well all right. I guess you don't want me to kill everyone eh? Want a little fun for yourself?"

"Yeh something like that. C'mon, were going to one of the Cuban hangouts. They got a big Dance going on tonight. I fully intend to be a party pooper."

Across town, a tall muscular figure was walking down an alley behind a few apartment buildings. A gang was already there, all dressed in black leather. They all froze and stared at him as he walked up. He too was dressed in black, he had long black hair and a long coat that nearly touched the ground. It was difficult to see his face, he appeared to have white skin. He reached the gang and stood motionless, yet most of the people in the group thought they felt something slip past them. One of the gang members looked down at his chest and let out a silent scream; three holes were marked in his chest with blood gushing out each one. One by one, each fell to the ground untill only the figure in black remained, stained with blood. His expression showed no emotion. He stepped over the mass of red and black and continued walking into the growing darkness.

End Chapter One

Well my first Mafia Fanfic. I would like some reviews on this, I don't really care if they are good or bad. Email me at animext1@hotmail.com for q's n' a's. L8r