This chapter is a bit lengthy, and also quite violent. There's some mention of gore in this chapter, so you've been warned.

Also, I just remembered that the protagonist of GTA Vice City was named Tommy. I probably don't have to say this, but just in case: my Tommy is not Vice City Tommy. But, anyways, here's the third chapter.

Tommy and Lamar walked into the complex's courtyard. Doors lined the walls to form a square in the center. Lamar walked to a door to the left of where they entered, and knocked once. There was a few seconds of silence, and then the door swung open.

A rather short person walked out, wearing almost all black; his jeans and large t-shirt were almost the same color. He sported a black hat (trilby or fedora, or neither - Tommy couldn't tell) on his head. This, Tommy thought, had to be Gerald. He eyed Tommy suspiciously.

"Who's the guy?" Gerald inquired, not taking his eyes off of Tommy.

"Uh, he's one of my old friends," replied Lamar. "You know, like Frank, except I haven't known this guy as long."

Gerald stared Tommy down for what felt like hours. Tommy didn't look away, instead staring right back at Gerald. Finally, Gerald turned to Lamar.

"What do you need now? If it's money, you can kindly walk away."

Lamar had an annoyed expression on his face as he said, "No, I don't need money, but my boy Tommy here does. He needs some work, and I figured you'd have some shit for him to do."

Gerald's expression grew less hostile. "If he's willing, I'll give him a job. The usual set-up. Take some product from some dealers, grab whatever money is found, and come back."

"That'd be fine," Tommy said. "Where's the guy at?"

"Guys," Gerald corrected. "Dealers never work alone, man. Remember that. They're near a construction site, in Pillbox Hill. This job would work better if you had a second gunman to help you."

Tommy looked over at Lamar, who had been watching the exchange silently. When he noticed Tommy looking at him, he shook his head. "I think you should take your brother for this one, since both of y'all need the money."

Tommy nodded. Turning back to Gerald, he said, "I'm in. When do I start."

Gerald handed Tommy two M1911s. "Now."

Alone in his car, Tommy dialed Nate's cell. Nate answered his phone immediately.

"Tom? Where the fuck are you? I woke up and you were gone and-"

"Listen, man, you've gotta come with me to do this job I just got," Tommy said. "I know we just fucked up big time yesterday, but this time we're gonna make sure it goes right."

"Fucking hell. Now?" Nate sounded as if he'd rather do anything but work, which annoyed Tommy. "Yes, now. I'm swinging by the house, so be ready." Tommy started the car and began driving towards his home.

"And don't complain!" he added. "This is our first step to getting back on our feet, and I'm not letting you fuck it up."

"Fine. I'll be here," Nate said, and the call ended abruptly.

Twenty minutes later, and Tommy had picked Nate up and driven to the construction site. There, he could see about ten people gathered around. Several black SUVs were parked around them. Tommy parked the car across the street and tried to think of a plan. However, Nate interrupted his thoughts.

"So what now, huh? We just gonna ask them for the drugs?"

Tommy frowned at Nate. "Shut up. Let me think of something, alright?"

"Oh, because that worked so well last time, didn't it?"

"I said shut up, so shut up!"

Tommy handed Nate one of the guns that Gerald had given him. Looking at it, Nate cocked his head. "Y'know what? I've got an idea," he said as he stepped out of the car. He began to storm across the street towards the dealers. Cursing, Tommy hurriedly exited the car and jogged over to Nate. When he caught up, he grabbed Nate by the arm.

"What the hell are you doing?" Tommy demanded.

"I'm doing our job, man. Just trust me!" Nate wrenched his arm from his brother's grip and continued on his way. Left with no choice, Tommy followed.

As they approached the dealers, Tommy grew more nervous. What was Nate going to do? He had always been hot-headed, but he would never compromise a job like this. Tommy wanted to stop Nate, but when they were about twenty feet from the dealers, one of them shouted at them.

"Hey! What're you punks doing here?" The other dealers looked around and saw the brothers approaching.

Nate spoke first. "I'm here to my job, asshole. You've got something that belongs to someone else now!"

The dealer pulled a gun from his jacket. "You better leave now, jackass! If you know what's good for you!"

Tommy placed his hand on the grip of his gun, and he saw Nate do the same. Nate continued to taunt the dealer.

"What'll be good for me is taking the shit that I'm being paid to take! And I intend to do that!"

The dealer fired a shot, which missed Nate by inches. Left with no other options, Tommy pulled his gun and shot the dealer twice in the abdomen. Nate picked off two dealers with shots to their heads.

"Jesus, man!" Tommy shouted, as he and Nate ran and took cover behind one of the many vehicles. Bullets rained upon the vehicles they were hidden behind. "Try not to be so gruesome!"

"Hey, how about you do you? There's an idea!"

"Smartass," Tommy muttered. He peeked up through the SUV's window and saw a dealer rising from his own car. Tommy took aim and shot him in his shoulder. Tommy was forced to duck as dealers shot through the car's windows. He quickly rose from cover again and shot two more dealers in the stomach, which incapacitated them immediately. However, another dealer aimed a shot at Tommy and fired; the bullet struck Tommy in the bicep. Howling in pain, he ducked behind the car, clutching his arm.

Nate ran from his cover and tackled the culprit to the ground. Once the dealer was pinned, Nate killed him by shooting him through the temple. The dealer's blood blasted out onto the ground as the bullet went through.

Seeing this, the remaining dealers decided that the drugs weren't worth it, and began to run. Tommy yelled after them. "Tell your boss that if he wants the drugs back, he can go fuck himself!"

Nate began to laugh. He looked towards Tommy, and noticed his bleeding arm. "One got you," he said, gesturing towards the wound.

"I'm aware of that," Tommy retorted. In the aftermath of the shoot out, he could hear distant sirens. "Cops. Come on. Grab the product and let's get outta here."

Nate began to search a small area in the middle of the group of SUVs, where the dealers had been standing. Bodies still littered the area, and blood still flowed from them. Nate wasn't disturbed by the carnage they had caused at all; he'd been through worse. Looking around, and finding nothing, Nate began to search the cars' interior. The drugs were found in the first car he checked; a red duffel bag, which was zipped shut, most likely contained everything they needed. Choosing not to open it, Nate took the bag and walked over to Tommy, who was pulling a black backpack from an adjacent SUV.

Nate grew curious as to why his brother was holding the backpack, or why he had suddenly emitted a bark of laughter. When Nate was close enough to Tommy, he saw why his brother had been laughing.

"What do you think?" Tommy said, his grin wide. "Not bad for an early job, huh?"

The backpack was about half full of wads of dollar bills. It was easily more than three thousand dollars. Nate pumped a fist into the air. "This is the kinda shit I look for in a job," he said, pointing at the money.

Chuckling, Tommy closed the backpack. Suddenly, his wound didn't sting so bad anymore. "Now come on. We gotta deliver the product to Gerald."

The two began to walk back towards their car across the street, with Nate carrying both bags and the red duffel bag, and Tommy clutching his still bleeding wound. They couldn't resist laughing as they got into the car and sped off.

But, unbeknownst to them, one of the injured dealers was dialing a number into their phone. He raised it to his ear, and, after a moment, said, "Two fuckers attacked us, boss. They said they were working for Gerald."

So that's that. I hope you guys are liking this! See you in the next chapter! - JohanBohan