As Vic walked up to the edifice of the hotel, he saw the bright lights around the entrance and the title of the hotel about in blue and purple neon lights.
Inside the hotel, he walked through the lobby and took the elevator up. He then walked down the hall and entered room #25, where he came across a hotel room with Lance inside, as the latter was lying on the couch while talking on the phone.
"I am Lance Vance, baby," Lance said on the phone. "You can trust me. Lance T. Vance - 'T' for Trust. Great."
Vic stood in front of his brother as the latter continued chatting on the phone. "Yeah, love," Lance continued telling the person on the phone as he sat up on the couch. "I love you, man! No, not in a funny way. Yeah. A'ight. Ciao."
As Lance hung up the phone, Vic stared at his brother. "What was that?" Vic asked
"Nothing," Lance protested facing Vic.
"Didn't sound like nothing," Vic replied doubtfully.
"Vic, look at me - it was nothing," Lance told his older brother.
"And you look at me - what was that about?" Vic retorted.
"You'll thank me," Lance told him jumping out of his seat and pacing the room.
"Like I haven't heard that before," Vic responded already sounding skeptical. "What have you done?"
"I found a way in," Lance explained gesturing his long arms around. "Two kids, broken home, no education, no father..."
"What?" Vic asked.
" ...and rich as shit," Lance continued. "It's the American dream, baby! Pete with good medical treatment!"
"Look, we're not kids," Vic told him.
"We're young at heart," Lance replied. "Listen, I met a big player, and we'll get big money for doing absolutely nothing..."
"This better not be drugs," Vic said glaring at your brother."
"We won't be touching no drugs, man," Lance claimed. "Come on. You know, I'm your brother. You can trust me."
Vic just stared at Lance. He didn't look the least bit trustworthy in his eyes, especially due to all the trouble he caused the two in the past, and he was especially finding it difficult to involved him in helping with the empires. But he decided that even though he never trusted Lance to be his partner, he was still family to him, and this was the right opportunity to have Lance take responsibility for once. So Vic reluctantly accepted.
"So who is this "player"?" Vic asked as he and Lance exited the hotel.
"My man's name is Forbes," Lance answered. "He's gonna call us at the burger bar any minute now, so let's get down there pronto."
So Vic and Lance entered the parked Stinger outside, and Vic started the engine and drove onto the road. Luckily, King Knuts restaurant was just right ahead of the street. So Vic drove straight down the road and parked right in front of the restaurant.
The Vance brothers exited the vehicle and walked inside. Lance used a phone to call his partner named Bryan Forbes.
"So merchandise is hidden in the car's side panels?" Lance asked Forbes through the phone. "Ah, yeah... No problem." He then hung up the phone and turned to Vic. "OK, we're gonna pick up Forbes' car," Lance explained succinctly.
"That's it?" Vic asked. "No drugs? Some "player"."
"Man, give me a break!" Lance complained. "There's no winning with you."
Just then, the two brothers looked to see a trio of robbers in black ski masks armed with machine guns ready to raid the restaurant. "Aw, shit!" Lance shouted. "You've gotta be kidding me!"
"OK, nobody move!" one of the robbers growled. "Come on! Hands where I can see 'em! Do it!"
The patrons inside the restaurant complied apprehensively, and one of them began to creep away, only to get shot down by one of the robbers. "I said nobody fucking move!" the robber repeated.
Vic just sighed in annoyance. He just couldn't go anywhere without any typical crime coming his way. So without hesitation, he pulled out his own machine gun and ducked behind the tables to dodged the bullets fired around the restaurant. As Lance ducked beside him, Vic fired back at each of the three robbers, killing them one by one. The patrons were screaming in fear during the shootout, and luckily, no one else was hurt.
"Vic, come on!" Lance told Vic as he headed to the exit.
Vic followed him along, and the two brothers stepped outside to encounter the police, who had vehicles surrounding the two. "Hands where I can see them!" one of the police officers called through a bullhorn.
"Man, that's just typical!" Lance groaned. "They think we did it? This is bullshit!"
Vic and Lance ran away, dodging the bullets fired by the police officers around them. Vic then spotted a Streetfighter motorbike parked against the building. He hopped onto it, with Lance joining in by hopping along, and started the engine. Before one of the cops could catch up to them, Vic started accelerating and road off.
"To the Port Authority Building!" Lance announced.
Vic didn't have time to ask questions. He was more focused on shaking the police off of him. He zoomed past the cops and made a right turn on the intersection of the road, driving straight down south. He headed inside the Paint 'n' Spray shop to avoid the police chasing after them.
As Vic exited the shop after a few seconds, he saw the police weren't behind him and Lance. So he continued to drive straight down the road until he finally made it to the docks in Viceport, where the Port Authority Building was just right ahead.
"Forbes' car is in the impound yard," Lance informed.
"So what are we doing here?" Vic asked.
"We're going in the back door," Lance told him." Let's take the stairs and jump the roof of the next building just straight across."
Vic just sighed in annoyance. So he begrudgingly used the bike to ride up the stairs to the roof of the building and saw a ramp up ahead. He maintained his speed and rode off the ramp to land on the roof of the other building just across. Vic rode down the stairs of the building and made it inside the impound.
He and Lance still have to make it past the guards. So Vic used his machine gun to shoot each of them down one by one as he rode through the impound.
"There it is!" Lance called as he pointed to a brown Sentinel up ahead.
So the brothers hopped out of the motorbike and ran to the Sentinel, which triggered the alarm when they hopped inside.
"Come on," Lance urged Vic over the alarm. "Let's get the car out of here!"
"I don't get it," Vic said as he started the alarm. "How is stealing one dumb car gonna make us rich?"
"I've got everything covered, man," Lance told him.
"Are there drugs hidden in the car?" Vic asked.
"Just chill, man," Lance told him. "Be cool."
So Vic decided to just continue driving just as the alarm finally stopped. He saw a ramp up ahead and rode as fast as he could. He drove right off the ramp and hopped the fence, exiting the impound yard.
"Great driving, Vic," Lance congratulated his brother. "But, um... it's best if I take it from here."
Vic hopped out of the vehicle as he saw Lance trying to take the wheel. "Hey, hey, what're you doing?" Vic asked.
"Forbes doesn't know you, man." Lance told him. "He wouldn't trust you. See ya later, baby."
"Lance!" Vic shouted angrily. "You asshole!"
Vic was annoyed of the fact that Lance had left him alone by the impound. It wasn't until he heard his pager beeping. So Vic pulled it out to read it.
"I've dropped off the car, bro'," the message read. "See you at Forbes' place. It located at Downtown."
Vic just sighed once again as he stored his pager away and walked up to a taxi driver up ahead on the road.
"Downtown, please," Vic told the driver politely.
The driver let Vic in and drove away. Vic had hoped that Lance was telling the truth about not touching drugs.