Grand theft auto:Ultimatum
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Chapter 1: An everlasting empire?
Vice City.The Malibu. 1:33am Friday.
"Do you even realise who the fuck i'am? I can have you bouncers six feet under by tomorrow fricking morning!" shouted the wealthy looking man as he was ejected out of the Malibu club.
The two bouncers didn't seem to care less about these threats but the man they had just ejected out of the building was none other than the son of the late Paulie Sindacco; conveniently named Paulie Sindacco junior. 1998; with no turf or companies remaining in Liberty City after their long feud with the Leones, the Sindacco family moved back to where they made their millions; Las Venturas, San Andreas. Paulie Sindacco junior was fifteen when his father was assassinated in the year 1998, his uncle taught him everything he knew about the family business as the years progressed in Las Venturas until now, where he has become "under-boss" of the family at the young age of twenty four. Life has been going well for the under-boss in recent years, his uncle who had become Don had reinvigorated the family in Las Venturas and they were now respected again. In late 2001 he watched the news in amazment as it was reported that Don Salvatore Leone had been assassinated which made him laugh out loud and shout, "I'm glad someone did for me!". And now, in the summer of 2007, he has come on a luxurious holiday in Vice City. If only he thought about these last few years of fortune before he started to dial numbers on his cell phone,"Hello?"
"Its me Paulie. No my vaction ain't going too fucking well at the moment, thats the reason why i'm calling."
"I've just been thrown out of this shitty club just for flirting with the bar girl, i don't know what its called; Malibu or something by these shit-heads who consider themselves gangsters!"
"Anyway, i want you to get a couple of guys down here on the next flight! I'm gonna show these guys whos gangster!"
"Hey! Don't you dare go and check if this is ok with the boss! I'm the under-boss and you should respect me just like the Don himself capiche? Now get some guys down here right now!"
Paulie then abruptley ends the call. As he walks along the moon-lit pavement he notices a Kaufman cab coming towards him and thumbs for it.
Vercetti Estate. 1:45am Friday.
A well-tailored man sits at a bar within the massive mansion. He yawns as he turns the page of the "Vice City express" paper and looks at his gold rolex. His face suddenly expresses concern when he realises what time it is. He jumps off the bar stool and heads for the main staircase. The mansion has undergone restoration over the years; the carpet is now a light black, and the walls and marble pillars have been delicatly re-painted white with the borders remaining black and gold. The man reaches the top of the staircase and knocks on the bulky iron door that now pretects Mr.Vercetti's office, "Boss, boss you ready?"
After a brief moment of silence, there is suddenly at least five different unlocking sounds coming from the other side of the iron door. The door opens to reveal a 60 year old Tommy Vercetti, "I was ready twenty fricking minutes ago kid. Your getting as slow as your mom is in bed!"
The insulted young man was called Aldo Corrado, he is the personal bodyguard of Tommy Vercetti and he was supposed to be taking Tommy to the airport at 1:30 for a 2:15 flight. Tommy looked at Aldo's depressed expression until suddenly a small grin appeared,"I'll drive." said Tommy. As they both headed out of the main door Mr.V told two of his "employees" to guard his office until Aldo got back. As they got into a superbly polished black sentinel Tommy muttered, "I was hoping to put my feet up in the stretch limosine Corrado."
Tommy Vercetti is now an old man even though he doesn't admit it. His hair is now rather thin and is slowly turning grey. He has put on some weight over the years and he looks as though he has lost some height with his old age. Even though age has caught up with him, at first glance most people would guess that he is still in his mid-50s. He now has a much more respectable dress code; frequently wearing his "Mr.Vercetti suit" with the pink shirt and striped jacket and trousers intact. On days of relaxation he often wears his tracksuit or country gear at the golf club he reguarly visits. At heart though, he is the same person he was 21 years ago because of what he is doing now for example; speeding up to 50 miles above the speed limit to catch his plane from Escobar airport...
