Chapter 2
Sir, Yes, Sir!

A little while later, Angela was still in the parlor room sipping her martini when Tommy walked in. She looked up at him and noticed that he was looking at her.

"Sorry," Angela said, moving her legs off the couch cushions. "I got a little too comfortable."

"No, no, that's ok," Tommy said. "Look I'm sorry about earlier. Sonny is really getting on my back about this whole money issue."

Walking over to the couch, Tommy sat down next to Angela. Just as he was about to make himself a drink, the phone on the table rang.

"Hello?" Tommy said, answering the phone.

"Thomas, it's me, Cortez," the caller said.

"Oh hey Colonel, what's up?" Tommy said.

"I have a buyer for a piece of military hardware that is being taken through town," the Colonel replied. "I need you to pick it up for me..."

For a while, Angela listened to Tommy as he talked with the Colonel on the phone. From the sound of it, it seemed that the Colonel wanted Tommy to steal a high powered Rhino tank. When the conversation ended, he hung up the phone.

Angela looked at him, setting down her martini. "He wants you to steal a tank?" she asked. "How much is he paying you to steal it?"

"$2,000," Tommy said.

"That's cheap change," Angela replied. "Two grand for stealing a high powered tank? Lord Almighty, that think is gonna be protected. You'll have the army after you or possibly the police and the FBI."

"Well that's a risk I'm willing to take," Tommy said. "The Colonel knows who set me up during Sonny's drug deal. I know that Diaz was the one and now he's six feet under. It's bad enough the money and the drugs weren't here after killing Diaz."

Angela took another sip of her martini and thought for a moment.

"Tommy what color was the suitcase that Forelli gave you?" Angela asked.

"Silver," Tommy replied. "There were four of them. Why do you ask?"

"Now that you mention it, I bet you more than anything that Forelli has both the drugs and the money," Angela exclaimed, snapping her fingers. "When I stopped in at Marco's Bistro with my father, Sonny was there and I saw that he had four silver suitcases. He had them opened up for a brief moment and I could see that they were lined with blue velvet."

"Really?" Tommy asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise. "Sonny gave me two of the suitcases that held the money and the inside of it was blue. My God, you're a genius! I should have known that he would set me up. After doing time in Liberty, they sent me down here."

Angela felt her eyes soften. Reaching over, she laid her hand on his cheek. His skin felt warm under her fingers.

"You're not who you were proclaimed to be," Angela said softly. She caressed his cheek. "You're much better than the piece of shit that Sonny Forelli is. Don't let him bring you down."

Tommy closed his eyes, sighing heavily. Reaching up, he placed his hand on Angela's. He held her hand to his cheek for just a brief moment and stared into her big blue eyes. He noticed that they looked different from when he had met her when she was just a little girl. They seemed brighter.

"Time to go to work," Tommy said, as he stood up from the couch and Angela took her hand away.

"I'll drive you there." Angela said, standing up.

Tommy opened his mouth to protest but Angela gave him a cold hard look of 'don't even say it,' until he motioned for her to come along. They walked outside and got into Angela's Cheetah. Exiting the driveway, she turned left and drove to the bridge at the second half of the city. The car stopped and Tommy got out, telling Angela to meet him in Little Havana. She watched him from a distance walk towards the tank. She heard a few gunshots as Tommy got into the large vehicle and drove off at full speed, making every cop car explode as they rammed into the high powered steel of the Rhino tank.

After a while, Angela lost sight of Tommy, and she hurried to the pick-up point in Little Havana. On her way to the rendezvous point, she could see cops and army men calling for back-up and investigating the patrol cars that were blown to bits from ramming into the tank to try and stop Tommy.

Arriving at the lock-up, Angela noticed it was very quiet, except for the sounds of police sirens a few blocks away, and the scattered conversations of nearby pedestrians.

Out of nowhere, she saw Tommy run from the lock-up. He jumped into the car out of breath.

"I heard gunshots when you took off with the tank," Angela said. "Was that you shooting?"

"Well yes and no," Tommy replied.

He moved his hand from the side of his stomach and there was blood.

"Shit!" Angela exclaimed, examining the bullet wound. "We're going to the hospital!"

Tommy grabbed Angela's hand with his bloody one. "No," he said, shaking his head. "The fucking cops are everywhere! Take me back home and patch me up there."

Angela sped off back towards the mansion, her mind racing. After seeing these kinds of injuries back home in Liberty City, she was glad that she knew first aid and to treat gunshot and stab wounds. But the man that was sitting next to her with his bloody hand holding hers, she was almost afraid to treat him. Not because he was The Harwood Butcher, but because she felt that she was falling in love with him like the way she did fifteen years ago.

When they arrived at the mansion, Angela jumped out of the car and ran to Tommy's side. She helped him up the stairs and into the parlor room. He layed down on the couch as Angela went and grabbed a first aid kit and a bottle of whiskey.

"Here drink this," Angela said, shoving a bottle of whiskey into Tommy's hands. Opening the first aid kit, she began to rinse some knives and a pair of tweezers with a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

"Wha-what're you gonna do, Angela?" Tommy slurred out, heavily intoxicated.

"I'm gonna get the bullet out and clean the wound," Angela replied, as she unbuttoned Tommy's shirt. "I'm gonna let it heal normally, no stitches. We'll run the risk of an infection. Hold on to the cushions because this'll hurt."

Grabbing the whiskey from Tommy, she splashed some of the alcohol on the wound. He clenched his teeth and gripped the couch cushion with his bloody hand.

"Ah, fuck, that hurts!" Tommy exclaimed, wincing through the pain and pounding his fist against the couch. "Gimme the bottle."

She gave the bottle of whiskey back to Tommy and went to work on digging the bullet out with ease. After finding it, she used a small flashlight to search for shrapnel. Not finding any, Angela cleaned the wound and patched it up with gauze and taped it down. She looked at Tommy, noticing that he was dazed in a drunken stupor.

"All done," Angela said.

"Angela," Tommy slurred out, looking at her. "Your eyes…there so beautiful. It's like staring into an endless ocean of blue and green."

"Shh, shh, shh," Angela cooed, caressing Tommy's cheek. "You just rest now."

"Angela, stay here with me," Tommy slurred out softly, his eyes beginning to close from the intoxication. "You look like an angel."

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna go anywhere," Angela said softly, as she held onto Tommy's hand. "I'll stay right here with you."

By the time she finished her sentence, Tommy fell into a deep sleep. Putting the supplies back into the first aid kit, Angela looked down at her clothes and hands, noticing that they were covered in his blood. There was even some blood on her legs. But she didn't want to leave to clean it, feeling afraid to leave his side. While he slept, Angela took a swig of the whiskey.

A few hours later, the phone rang and Angela answered it. "Vercetti Estate, who may I ask is calling?" she asked.

"This is Mercedes Cortez," the person on the other end said. "And who the fuck are you, Tommy's new maid or something?"

"No, the name's Angela," she answered back, narrowing her eyes. "Now if you can't tell me what you want then leave this number alone."

"I need Tommy to come pick me up from the Pole Position and take me back to my father's yacht," Mercedes replied.

"He's asleep," Angela said, annoyed by her request. "Take a cab or walk!"

Slamming the receiver down, Angela looked over and saw that Tommy had awaken.

"Who was that?" he asked, still slightly drunk after a few hours of sleep.

"Some whore asking for a ride back to her father's yacht, said her name was Mercedes or something," Angela replied, feeling her anger rise.

"You didn't give her a ride did you?" Tommy asked.

"Hell no!" Angela shouted, glaring at Tommy. "She has two feet, the whore can walk!"

Without hesitation, Tommy brought his hand up and slapped Angela in the face. She put her hand up to her cheek and stared back at him in silence, and watched as he left the room, exiting the mansion to go give Mercedes a ride.

Later on, while Tommy was still out with Mercedes, Angela went out to the backyard of the mansion. Sitting down on the boat jetty, she took off her shoes, letting her bare feet dangle in the cool ocean water. She closed her eyes, hearing only the sounds of the waves, and the occasional fog horn off in the distance. Opening her eyes, she was suddenly interrupted by her phone in her purse that was ringing.

"Hello?" Angela asked, answering the phone.

"Angela, this is your father," the caller said, the voice of Toni Cipriani. "How is everything?"

"Hi daddy," Angela said. "Things aren't going so well. Diaz is dead and when I arrived at the mansion, Tommy Vercetti was the one who took over..."

While on the phone with her father, Angela told him everything that happened. At first, Toni Cipriani was a little disappointed that things didn't go as planned when Angela arrived in Vice City, but he quickly got over it now that his daughter had been reunited with a childhood friend...

"I always knew Tommy was innocent," Toni said. "And I know it broke your heart when he went to prison."

"Yeah," Angela said, softly. "I thought I'd never see him again."

"I'm just glad that Tommy is free after fifteen years." Toni said. "Angela, will you be staying in Vice City."

"Yeah, I guess," Angela replied.

"Ok," Toni said. "Please stay safe and I'll talk to you again soon. Bye, pumpkin."

"Bye, daddy," Angela said.

Hanging the phone up and putting it back into her purse, Angela continued to look out over the water until she heard a man and a woman talking behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Tommy with a woman she presumed to be Mercedes. She wore a skin tight purple dress and a pair of spiked heels. To her, Mercedes Cortez looked like a glorified whore. Turning back around, she continued to watch the waves roll in.

"What do you guys want?" Angela asked, her gaze still fixed on the water.

"This is Mercedes, the Colonel's daughter," Tommy said, staring at Angela.

"I already know that," Angela said. "Now please, I need to think of a way to get Forelli off your back while you roam around with some cheap tramp."

"I haven't forgotten about Sonny yet," Tommy said, giving her cold stare.

"Oh, like hell you haven't, Vercetti!" Angela protested, rising to her feet. "But just remember this: Who was the one that saved your ass when that bullet hit you? It sure as hell wasn't her! Who told you that Forelli is the one that betrayed you?! Was it Mercedes?! I don't think so! It was all me, Thomas, ME! But did I ever get a damn thanks?! No!"

Before Tommy could respond, Angela grabbed her shoes and purse, and stormed past him and Mercedes. She ran to her Cheetah, with Tommy following right behind her.

"Angela!" Tommy called after. "Angela, wait!" He grabbed her arm as she opened the door of her car.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Angela protested, jerking her arm away. "Who the hell do you think you are? You wanna know something? I arrived here in Vice City expecting a job! But no, you had to take that away from me! And all you seem to want to do is get yourself killed and go around fucking cheap whores!"

With her car a mess with blood, Angela got into her Cheetah. Slamming the door shut, she sped off back towards Ocean View. She wasn't sure what happened after the fight with Tommy, nor did she care. Her car, mostly the passenger seat, was a complete mess with his blood, and so were her hands and clothes. Arriving back, she shut the engine off and ran inside.

"Miss. Cipriani, what the hell happened to you?" the man behind the counter exclaimed, seeing the blood on her clothes and hands. He rushed over to her. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Angela said, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Um... do you know Tommy Vercetti?"

"Well yeah, he owns this hotel," he said. "I'm his cousin; he gave me the job to work here. Is he the one who did this to you?"

"No, he didn't do anything except steal a tank and almost got himself killed," Angela replied. "If he comes by here looking for me, don't let him up to my room."

"No problem," he said, smiling. "You have a good night now."

Nodding her head, Angela turned around and walked up the stairs to her room, shutting the door behind her. Tossing her clothes off, she jumped into the shower and began to scrub away at the blood on her hands and legs. Washing away at the blood, she felt hot tears stream down her face.

Finishing her shower, she got dressed in her silk nightgown and brushed her long dark hair. Glancing down at her watch, she could see that it was well past 7 pm. Feeling tired, Angela flopped down onto the bed, exhausted from the day's errands, and she fell asleep, dreaming of being back in Liberty City...

*In reality, I hate the mission for Sir, Yes, Sir, because every time I go near the tank and try to steal it, the army guys go after me. XD