Vic finally made it back to Lance's new apartment. The trucks were now sold, and Vic sighed in relief. He had all of the cocaine sold, he got a new apartment to live in, and he got to spend time with Louise after a while without seeing her. Now all that was left was his opportunity to finally rub it in Sergeant Martinez's face on how he finally got back at him.

Vic stepped in front of the apartment door and knocked on it.

"Come on in!" Lance called from the inside.

Vic opened the door and entered the apartment. It was rather nice inside. There was a black marble table and chairs in the dining room. The living room was replete with a black sofa, radio, and stereos. The windows were covered with brown blinds.

Vic saw that Lance was standing there as well. Lance was missing his glasses and had on a new blue suit. "Hey, Vic," Lance greeted showing off his new suit. "Like the new threads?"

"Terrifying," Vic replied walking up to the phone on the nightstand. "I need to use the phone."

Vic picked up the phone and punched in Martinez's number. He waited for a while until Martinez finally picked up. "Yeah?" Martinez asked.

"Thanks for the coke, Martinez," Vic told Martinez with a smug smile on his face. "Now you know how it feels to get fucked."

"Oh, you fucked us both, Vic," Martinez responded.

Vic just scoffed. "Oh yeah?" he asked. "How?"

"That coke you ripped off belonged to the Mendez brothers," Martinez answered.

Vic suddenly felt his heart skip. He was so shocked that he almost dropped the receiver of the phone. "The Mendez brothers?" he asked.

"That's right," Martinez replied. "They're the biggest drug lords here in Vice City."

This made Vic even more shocked. Had he really steal coke from a couple of drug lords? Had he really put his own fate in jeopardy? He tried to shake it off to verify that Martinez was probably just messing with him. "Nah, nah, na, na, na... " Vic answered. "You gotta be pulling my leg. You're just bullshitting me again, aren't you, Martinez?"

"Yeah, I wish it were a joke this time," Martinez replied. "I wish I did own that coke, but alas, I was just the shepherd. Now we're all on their shit list, and the only way off is in a fucking bag. But I ain't worried. That's why I'm turning states. I'm gonna ruin you, your brother, Mendez, everyone. Happy holidays."

Vic then heard the phone ring. He stood straight ahead, looking as if he just got gradually turned into a statue. This even caused him to drop the phone out of his hand. He couldn't move. He couldn't talk. He had inadvertently stolen coke from a couple of drug lords, and the latter two were prepared to murder anyone who was involved in the deal, including Martinez himself.

Vic's trepidation slowly altered into anger as he turned to Lance, who slowly stepped into the back room. "LANCE!" Vic shouted angrily at his brother. "YOU USELESS DEGENERATE ASSHOLE!"

Lance then poked his head back into the living room wearing a nervous expression on his face. "Y-y-yeah, Vic?" he asked nervously.

"You told me that the files had Martinez's name on it, right?" Vic asked calmly.

"Oh of course, bro," Lance answered feeling more confident. "That's what I told you."

"Okay," Vic replied. "Now let me ask you this: Did you read the files clearly?"

"Yeah," Lance told him walking in the living room. He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the files. "See?" he said pointing at the files. "This here states that the associate of the coke is Jerry Martinez, and the owners are Armando and Diego Mendez. I told you that... "

Just then, he quickly turned his face to read the files again. " ...Wait, what?!" Lance double checked the file again, feeling rather dumbfounded of the information. "Oooh," he muttered nervously. "Vic... I think we just stole the coke from the Mendez brothers."

"No shit, asshole!" Vic corrected angrily. "Seriously, you had on those big ass glasses and you couldn't even read the files correctly?! Man you're such a dumbass!"

Vic stormed away a few inches from Lance shaking his head. He was very close to beating Lance to a pulp at the moment. He had his fists clinched tightly. Lance looked nervously at Vic. He knew his idiocy had gotten him and Vic into even bigger trouble. So he took a second to think about this.

"Wait, Vic," Lance told Vic. "Just give me a second to think about this."

"If only you could actually think!" Vic growled.

Lance decided to guide Vic to the door. "J-Just follow me, okay?" Lance told Vic.

"We don't have to worry about a thing," Lance claimed as he and Vic hopped inside the former's new white Infernus. "Once we sell the coke, we can pay off the feds and handle anything the Mendez brothers throw at us. Listen, I've got a buyer. Let's go see him."

Vic took the wheel and made a right turn on the road. He drove around Washington Beach, which had more buildings with neon lights, even inside rooms through the window. The beautiful evening sky was even reflecting in the ocean water at the beach. It was beautiful outside, and unfortunately, Lance had gotten both him and Vic into more hot water for them to enjoy the beautiful atmosphere.

"My man is filming some... 'Z' list movie over at the mall," Lance told Vic. "They only let him shoot at night, so we'd better get over there, pronto."

Vic didn't say anything. He was still steamed at Lance for getting the two into the mess. If he talked to Lance, he was going to kill him himself. So Vic decided to stay silent of all of this and put on the radio. Wang Chung's "Don't Let Go" was playing.

The song continued playing on the radio as Vic drove through the city and made it straight through Vice Point past the Malibu Club. Vic continued driving straight down the long road up ahead until he finally made it to the parking lot of the North Point Mall.

Vic and Lance hopped out of the vehicle and walked to the entrance of the mall. The mall was an 'H' shaped building, and as Vic and Lance entered it, it had a couple of escalators in the middle. The beige marble floor was so immaculately shiny the reflection over it was lucid. There were plants around the rails of the second floor. There was a massive atrium bisected by a large bridge for pedestrians. The businesses up and downstairs included food stores, clothing stores, record stores, jewelry stores, and even the Ammu-Nation. It was perhaps the fanciest mall the Vance brothers have ever walked through.

They walked over to meet a Caucasian brunette man wearing a black shirt with skulls designed, high-waisted turquoise pants, and red suspenders.

"Hey, Spitz!" Lance called to the man. "Looking for inspiration? I got all you need."

"All I need, huh?" Spitz asked. "A stuntman's what I need. We've got to wrap this scene before the mall opens."

"Vic can handle your stunts," Lance announced placing a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Meanwhile, you and I can talk snow business."

So Vic was cast to star as a stuntman in a film in which the hero had to murder the zombies taking over the mall. The zombies were all robotic figures, which meant that no one would get hurt during the film shoot, and the shotgun was filled with shells instead of real bullets.

"And action!" Spitz announced through a megaphone.

The first scene had Vic by the stand shooting down a bunch of zombie slowly approaching the stand one by one with the shotgun. Once in the army, Vic hit each and every target without a sweat, and after one full minute, Spitz finally announced, "That's a wrap!"

The next scene had Vic defending the record store from being invaded by zombies by slicing them with a Katana. Not a single zombie was to reach within 100 feet near the store.

"And action!" Spitz announced.

For the next minute and a half, Vic was to defend the record store from the zombies, who were slowly approaching the record store. While Vic wasn't much of a martial artist, he did what he could with the Katana. So each zombie that came closer, he swung the Katana at them, slicing them down instantly.

"That's a wrap!" Spitz finally announced after a minute and a half.

"I am my brother's keeper," Lance told Vic. "We got the deal. We're made for life! Let's go pick up the yayo."

So Vic drove Lance back home. The sky was pitch black, and the bright neon around the building shone so bright

As the brothers returned inside the apartment building, they were laughing at their success and couldn't wait to break the news to Janet. They looked around in search of their stepmother.

"Mom!" Vic called.

"Mom!" Lance added. "Hey, we're rich! Where is she?"

"Ah, never mind, man," Vic told him. "Just get the yayo."

"Yeah, it's in the spare room," Lance said as he headed in the back room.

But as soon as he walked in, he cried out in surprise, "Oh, shit!"

Vic turned around to see what Lance was shouting about. "What?" he asked heading to the back room himself.

"It's gone!" Lance groaned returning in the living room. "And Mom's stuff is gone, too."

Vic then surmised that Janet had taken all the coke that was in the back room, their only chance to save their skin from the Mendez brothers. Vic had knew that Janet was lying about "cleaning up her act".

"Argh... " Vic groaned loudly. "Mom! Lance!"

"Ain't that a bitch!" Lance grumbled. "I can't believe she took our coke!"

"Yeah, so what do we do now, moron?" Vic asked Lance.

"Wait, wait, let me think," Lance pondered. "I know we can make it right. We'll just, uh... We'll explain things to Mendez brothers, you know?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm sure in between chopping us up and feeding us to their dogs, they'll be very understanding," Vic growled caustically. "Lance, if we get out of this, I'm gonna kill you! Asshole!"

Vic just stormed out of the room. Because of his mother, the brothers were back into a pickle with the Mendez brothers. A great night that he had was later ruined, all because of Lance.

"Alright," Lance called back silently as he watched his brother leave the building.

Vic's good mood was ruined because of Lance's stupidity, and the two would somehow try to convince their way out of this as they face the Mendez brothers themselves. He decided to return home to get some sleep. He was in no mood at this time.