When Vic returned to the Mendez Mansion minutes later, he entered the living room to find Armando pacing the room anxiously with his palm around his face. He looked up to see Vic enter the room. "Whoa, thank God you're here."

"What's going on?" Vic asked.

"I've got some bad news, friend," Armando replied calmly. "You're in terrible trouble."

"What?" Vic asked.

"Diego is beside himself with worry," Armando continued.

"Wait a minute, hold on," Vic responded. "What are you talking about?"

"The police got some of our merchandise," Armando answered. "But it's you we're worried about."

"Why?" Vic asked.

"You see," Armando began to explain as he paced around the room, "we're utilitarians - the greatest good for the greatest number. And there are two of us, but only one of you. So Diego suggested we explain to the police that the cocaine was yours."

"What... Oh-ho-ho, oh, yeah, that's very thoughtful of you," Vic thanked sarcastically.

"And unfortunately, I have this paperwork showing your involvement in the project," Armando told him. "Unless we could resolve this little distraction."

"And how do you suggest we do that?" Vic asked.

"You steal the cocaine back for us," Armando answered calmly as he walked around Vic once again. "It's been impounded. You must steal it before they take it back to the police station. Thank you, Vic. I do so enjoy our conversations. I find you very inspiring."

"Thanks," Vic muttered. "Here we go again." He started to walk away.

"Have fun!" Armando called to Vic.

Vic was getting really tired of getting into the drug business with the Mendez brothers, but he knew that he had no choice. If he and Lance were going to save their skin from the two brothers, he was going to have to work with them.

So without a single complain, Vic just hopped inside his vehicle outside and started the engine. He drove onto the road and made his way through the bridge heading Downtown. His destination was to a junkyard named Breaker's Yard in Little Haiti to meet Diego and collect the helicopter.

So as Vic made a left turn down the road, he drove straight down the long road and made a right turn on Little Haiti, where he made a few turns around the area and finally made a right turn to the junkyard, where he found a Bolivian man in a gray Sentinel XS.

Vic hopped out of his vehicle and walked over to the Sentinel XS. He looked around inside the vehicle the man was in. "So where's Diego?" Vic asked.

"That's me!" the man answered.

"YOU'RE Diego?!" Vic asked. "Well shit, you sure changed drastically since about less than an hour I last saw you!"

The man named Diego just laughed. "No, I'm not Armando's brother!" he chuckled. "I just have the same name as him! I'm actually Diego Lopez!"

"Riiight," Vic answered. "Too poor to afford a different name, I see."

Diego Lopez laughed once again. "So anyways, there are some cargo containers at the police impound," he told Vic. "Our coke is hidden inside them, all mixed up amongst the other cargo."

"Don't worry," Vic replied. "I'll get them out of there."

"Muy Bien," Diego Lopez said. "I'll be in touch."

He then walked away, leaving Vic in the junkyard to hop inside a red chopped just nearby and start the engine. As the propeller loudly whirled, Vic slowly used the chopper to descend about 60 feet high and began to accelerate.

He headed south for the impound as he flew over the city from down below. The bright green and blue colors bounced vividly off the city, giving it the unique glow. The ocean water was stagnant and reflected by the background from up above.

Vic finally flew over to Viceport to find one of the cargo containers at the impound just right on the side of a garage. So he used the hanging magnet to pick one of them up and lifted it off of the ground.

"Senor," Diego Lopez informed Vic over the radio, "take the containers to the drop-off point."

So with the container attached to the magnet, Vic flew west to the Escobar International Airport and made it all the way to the other end to slowly drop the container onto the ground. Vic sighed in relief.

"Caray!" Diego Lopez called through the radio. "The cops are moving the last container. Get it back! Vamos!"

So Vic quickly flew back to the docks in Viceport to search for the cops who had the last container. He spotted the cops' van with the container driving through the long road and flew right above it. Trying to time it right, Vic flew above the van and lowered the chopper so that the magnet hitched onto the container and descended the chopper higher so it could hoist the container in the air and off the van.

"I can't believe you did it!" Diego Lopez cheered over the radio. "Senor, it's been a pleasure watching your work. Adios."

Vic didn't say a word. He just flew west, with the container hitched to the magnet, and made his way to the Escobar International Airport. He flew to the end and dropped the container to the dropping point right next to the first container. Vic was about to sigh in relief when he heard his radio static.

"Senor!" Diego Lopez cried out in desperation. He sounded fearful. "Senor! Please, help me! The Bikers are after me! I can't get away! Oh, Madre dios!"

So Vic quickly descended the chopper about 50 feet high and flew east of the city. He tried to find Diego Lopez's vehicle driving around the city. He searched around the city to find Diego Lopez's car on the roads. There were so many cars driving around that he had a hard time searching for the Sentinel XS.

Vic hovered over Starfish Island and made his way to the Eastern island. He took an exhaustive search for Diego Lopez's car.

"Come quick!" the latter shouted desperately over the radio. "Help me! Please, senor!"

By the time Vic reached Washington Beach, he finally spotted Diego Lopez's vehicle being chased by a gang of bikers on their motorbikes shooting at him.

Vic then quickly darted lower to the ground to prepare to pick up Diego Lopez's vehicle. He hovered over the vehicle and used the magnet to stick on the top and descended fifty feet higher above the ground, hoisting the Sentinal XS along with it.

"Thank you, señor!" Diego Lopez thanked over the radio. "You're incredible!"

"No problem," Vic told him. "Where do you want me to drop you off?"

Diego Lopez chuckled as Vic flew the chopper higher. "Oh, please, don't drop me, senor!" Diego Lopez replied laughing. "Take me to the car park. Gracias!"

So Vic turned the chopper around in search of a parking lot around Washington Beach and saw a parking garage just on Ocean Beach up ahead. He hovered over the parking lot and dropped Diego Lopez's vehicle gently on the pavement.

"Gracias, señor!" Diego Lopez thanked Vic once again. "That was fantastic! Adios!"

My work here is done, Vic thought smiling.

He had finally handled enough business with the Mendez brothers with their drug trades, as well as the fact that he was forced to build drug empires, but he was satisfied that he didn't have to deal with them again. Was he wrong there.