Tommy bought the Malibu Club for a hefty $120,000, and immediately called for lawyer Ken to get a chalkboard planning out his heist. Very soon after, Tommy paid a visit up to the manager's room, and found that Ken had not only got a chalkboard, but had also installed a mini-bar, which he excitedly made note to him as Tommy walked upstairs.

"Tommy! Hey, Tommy, look at this, this is great! I've got us this mini-bar installed!" Ken exclaimed, showing him the drinks and the works.

"We got a whole bar downstairs, Ken." Tommy replied, shaking his head.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Well, I got the chalkboard you asked for."

"Ah, that's the benefit of a law school education; the ability to follow instructions. Now, I need a safe man."

"Oh, all right, well, let me think…safe, safe, safe…I got it! This guy will blow you away! Aah, nah, that schmuck. He's on the inside."

"Where inside?" Tommy asked curiously.

"In a police headquarter cell awaiting transfer."

"I think he's about to get paroled." Tommy began, as he set off.

He drove his Banshee over to the VCPD HQ, and he sneaked inside, avoiding the policemen sitting at the desks. They probably would have ignored him anyway, as most of them were half-asleep or reading a paper. He discovered in the locker room a police outfit which he quickly changed into, and then he headed into the rooms to grab the key-card leading to the cells. He headed downstairs and spotted a bald man sitting in the cells. He slid the key-card, and unlocked the cell, releasing the prisoner.

"Cam Jones?" Tommy asked the man.

"Yeah, that's me…" Cam replied, looking surprised.

"I'm busting you out!"

"Whatever you say!"

Tommy handed him an Uzi, and they made their way out. Too bad they didn't notice the security camera, and the cops alerted to the escaping men, opened fire. They were pretty much ready for this situation, judged by their equipment. Instead of their usual 9mm handguns, they had their very own Uzis. Tommy dodged out and ducked behind a wall, Cam alongside him. He spun out and fired the cops making their way towards them. Then, he and Cam made a run for the Banshee, where the SWAT teams were already congregating outside.

"Lose the heat and get me back to my place!" Cam yelled.

It was a thrilling chase. Tommy had to use every skill he had ever learnt in driving to escape from the three or four chasing SWAT vans. Eventually, Tommy threw off the charging Special Operations Police and they got back to Cam's business, his Car Openers.

"I'm doing a job, and you're my safecracker." Tommy told him, and also he told him to get a quick break before going to the Malibu Club with him.

"Beats losing my ass in a cell!" Cam replied, and headed inside for a quick shower before going with Tommy back to the Malibu Club.

They drove back to the club, and they set upon looking for a shooter. Unfortunately, Ken was still being an annoyance.

"We need a stick-up man. You know once?" Tommy asked Ken as they headed upstairs.

"Hey, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, this stuff keeps you sharp, man. Wooooo! I could be your stick-up man! Stick 'em up! Stick 'em up!" Ken exclaimed, pretending to point a gun after being amped from probably some coke or drinks.

"You ain't a stick-up man, you're an idiot. Now get yourself a drink and shut up." Tommy replied, snorting.

"Hey, get outta my way! Yeah, yeah, yeah- owowow!"

"Relax." Cam piped up.

"Cam, what do you think?" Tommy asked.

"Well, the best shooter in town is a guy named Cassidy."

"Is that so?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah. A military guy or he thinks he is. I doubt he was ever in the army, but he certainly knows how to get a hold of guns. He'll be down at the shooting range."

Tommy thanked him, and he drove over to see what the man had to offer. He spotted a redneck-looking man standing at the Rifle Range, looking like some rural shooter.

"You Phil Cassidy?" Tommy asked the man.

"Why?" Phil replied.

"I'm looking for a man who can handle a gun. From this setup, I'm not too convinced."

"Son, I could shoot a fly off your head at 80 feet."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. I learnt in the army."

"Fly shooting real popular in the army? Glad I don't pay tax."

"You trying to be funny, boy? Hahaha! Let's shoot."

Phil passed Tommy a box of .45 ammo and explained the rules for the three rounds. A shoot 'em up: three points for hitting the dummy the furthest away, two points for the next one, and one point for the closest. Tommy watched Phil shoot his way through, and knew he was a pretty handy shooter, with a total score of 60. Tommy readied himself, and the gun clerk handed him some earmuffs and a pistol.

"Live ammunition. Aim, three, two one, FIRE!" the clerk yelled.

Tommy flicked the first clip of the .45 and aimed at the furthest target. Five shots later, it had disintegrated. A good start. Tommy continued firing, taking a few seconds to reload. By the time he had used up the ammo for the .45, inside his allowed two minutes, he had scored 33. Phil was pretty impressed. The next round was even easier. Each target was one point. Tommy's quick reactions and trigger finger gave him a huge total, and took him past Phil's total. Still eager, Tommy only scored 20 on the last one, a difficult shooting, but he had still impressed Phil.

"So you wanna do me a favour, and help me put together a job?" Tommy asked when they finished.

"Son, after shooting like that, if you asked me to be your wife, I'd say yes." Phil joked, and Tommy, grinning, drove him back to the Malibu. Two of his team had come together. Now all he needed was a good driver.

"Things are starting to come together nicely here." Tommy said as they headed back upstairs.

"What's the plan, Tommy? Que pasa, amigo?" Ken asked.

"The plan is you keep doing that like a moron. Anyhow, we need a driver."

"Tommy, I'll do it. I can drive." Ken piped up.

"You want Hilary, mister. Not some smart-talking law school chump. Hilary's the real deal. You ain't never seen anyone drive so fast. I'll give him a call here." Phil told Tommy. He then phoned Hilary.

"Hey Hil, it's Phil. How's it going? No. Don't talk. We'll reminisce later. You want me to do a favour? I got me a guy from up north. No, no, I don't think he was in the service, but he wants a driver. For a bit of action…Okay, I understand." Phil snapped the phone shut.

"What'd he say?" Tommy asked.

"Well, he'll do it, no problem. Well, there might be a little problem see, he has abandonment issues. Seems he won't work for anyone who can't beat him. Something to do with his momma. Anyway, he wants to race you first, said he'd meet you outside…"

Tommy walked outside, and waited for Hilary to come. Eventually, he pulled up in a Sabre Turbo: a sturdy and quick car good for street racing. Tommy walked towards him.

"You Tommy?" Hilary asked, and then deliberately corrected himself:

"Of course you're Tommy, I mean, why else would anyone want to speak to me? Okay. Consider it this way; I'll drive for you IF, and only IF, you can drive properly. Leave me alone-and I'll never forgive you." Hilary warned Tommy.

Tommy shrugged, and he then grabbed a map of Vice City, drawing out a quick race from the Malibu, over to Ocean Beach, and back. Hilary didn't say anything, so Tommy decided to use a Sentinel for this race, to prove that he could drive well.

They lined up for the race. Cam started them off, and immediately, Hilary shot out of the blocks. His Sabre Turbo was a lot faster than the Sentinel, and handled better too, but Tommy wasn't going to let that get to bother him. However, as they turned right past the road that the Ocean View was on, they roared past a parked police car. Tommy could hear the policeman radio, saying something about all officers to check out Hilary and his illegal street race. He was falling further behind as well, so he had to use his driving skills nicely to win from here. There was no doubt that Hilary made a great driver for the job. However, he wasn't going to let him win here.

Tommy sped as they raced past the Pole Position strip club. He gained on the heavier Sabre Turbo with two sharp turns, and they were neck to neck as they went past the Marina. He had studied the race carefully. There was a sharp turn that he could capitalise on the Sabre Turbo's bulkiness, but for now, he had to stay on Hilary's tail. They went at it turn by turn, evading police cars trying to stop one or the other. It was breathtaking racing, a perfect scene for an action movie. Finally, as they sped past Well Stacked Pizza, Tommy took his chance. He slid hard, hoping to get inside Hilary. Perfect. He cruised past Hilary who was still trying to make a hard turn back, and kept that momentum to reach the finish line. Hilary, racing back, accepted defeat, and agreed to do the job. They headed back upstairs to sort out the final bits of their heist. Tommy was the most satisfied. He was ready to rob the bank.