The next day, Vic decided to go see Louise to see what she was up to now that Marty was eternally out of her life. He had made his first empire and was really concerned for Louise's safety. Vic walked outside to see that it was a bright, sunny morning. The wind was blowing softly, and the cars were riding smoothly on the road. It was a nice day for a stroll, especially through the peace around the city.

Vic took a long stroll until he finally made it to Mary-Jo's apartment. He punched in Louise's number on the pad of the building and listened for Louise through the intercom.

"Hey, Louise, it's me!" Vic called through the speaker.

"Vic!" Louise shouted through the intercom, sounding somewhat panicking. "Thank God you're here. I just heard your cathouse is going up in flames! Are the girls OK?!"

Vic then grumbled. "Did Marty's inbred family do this?" he growled softly, but ominously.

"I'll be right down," Louise replied.

Moments later, Louise arrived outside. She certainly didn't look very pleased at all.

"Did you call the fire department?" Vic asked Louise.

"Don't worry," Louise responded as she and Vic hopped inside the Perennial. "I know where we can get a fire truck."

So Vic drove straight down the road, and as they passed under an overpass, Vic and Louise spotted a firetruck parked up ahead. So Vic and Louise hopped out of the Perennial and ran to the firetruck. Vic took the driver's seat and Louise got into the passenger's side. Vic set on the siren and drove the firetruck straight down the road. He made a left turn down the intersection and headed to Little Haiti. There, he arrived at the brothel, where the fire was burning the building and the vehicles.

Vic groaned silently. He should've anticipated Marty's relatives would be onto him eventually. So he used the hose on the firetruck and sprayed the water on the building and vehicles. The two vehicles exploded, but the fire was gradually getting extinguished by the water Vic was spraying. Vic knew he would lose everything the brothel had inside, and he refused to lose all that hard work because one of Marty's relatives burned down the brothel. So determined to save his empire, Vic continued to spray the water on the roaring flames to gradually extinguish it.

By the time the final flame was put out, the brothel was finally safe, and no one inside was hurt. Vic let out a deep, relieving sigh. He had saved out of his brothels and didn't have to worry about it anymore. He still had to search for the perpetrator who committed arson on his brothel. So he and Louise exited the firetruck as Vic looked around the building.

"Where is he?" Vic growled. "Where's the asshole who tried to burn down my business?"

Louise looked right over Vic's shoulder. "That's Marty's cousin!" she shouted pointing at the person behind Vic. "He did it, Vic!"

Vic turned to see a Caucasian man wearing a red T-shirt and tight gray pants. "Get him!" Louise urged Vic. "Bastard's got six toes!"

"Hey, you!" Vic called to the guy. "Get back here!"

Marty's cousin ran away and took the stairs leading to the roof of the building. Vic dashed after him, armed with a machine gun and fired at the guy. He made it to the stairs and scaled the roof to confront Marty's cousin. The latter looked around nervously and held his hands up in defeat.

"Hey there, boy," Marty's cousin said in a nervous tone of voice. "You know I was just kidding."

"You call arson 'just kidding'?" Vic told him. He grabbed him by the collar. "You're gonna pay for what you did to my business, punk!"

"Come on, pal," Marty's cousin protested. "It's an inbred thang! It's just what we all do down here in the south."

Vic decided to lower his weapon. He took a second thought of this. "You know what?" he replied. "I changed my mind. I won't put a bullet in you."

"You won't?" Marty's cousin asked. "Oh. Okay."

"I'll let you go," Vic replied.

"Really?" Marty's cousin asked. "You'll let me go for real?"

"Yep," Vic replied. "I'm definitely going to just let you go."

"Ah thanks, partner," Marty's cousin said.

"Yeah," Vic replied. "I'll let you go...down the roof."

"Wha..." Marty's cousin asked in confusion.

Vic then grabbed Marty's cousin by the shirt, hoisted him about a few inches above the roof, and threw him off the roof of the building. The latter screamed as he sailed in the air and fell with a loud thud as he smacked the pavement. He was killed from the impact of slamming into the asphalt. Blood slowly dripped from his cranium.

"My work here is done," Vic muttered under his breath.

He walked down the stairs and returned to the brothel to meet Louise. "Marty's family won't be around to cause any more trouble," Vic told Louise.

"Thanks goodness," Louise sighed. "I'll be taking this firetruck back to my sister's apartment now."

So Vic watched as Louise hopped into the firetruck and drove away, the siren sounding. Vic stood with his arms folded proudly.

Just then, Vic heard his pager buzzing again. He took it off his belt to read it. It was a message from someone named Umberto.

"So you're running Marty's gang now," the message read. "I stay at Little Havana. We need to talk..."

Whoever this Umberto fellow was, he must be against Marty's old gang now and probably wanted the Cholos to disappear just as much as Vic did. So Vic decided to head to Little Havana to locate the mysterious messenger.