Vic had flown all the way to Prawn Island to make his way to InterGlobal Studios. Inside the studio, Reni was bent over, and Frankie was right behind him.

"You have been a bad boy," Frankie told Reni, using the clipboard to smack him on the backside.

"Louder," Reni ordered.

"You have been a bad girl!" Frankie said stepping back and running to give Reni another feminine smack on the backside with the clipboard.

"Harder!" Reni ordered.

"Oh, give it a rest, Reni!" Frankie complained throwing the clipboard to the ground. "I went to film school! I am an expert in everything. I love bullying people. I am perfect! So why do I have to spend my time whipping you?"

"For the art," Reni answered curtly. "Oh, you're so very bourgeois. Sweet... but so-so... average. Go. It's over. You're fired."

"But Reni... !" Frankie started to complain.

"But Reni, but Reni... Reni, you are fantastische and I am so very mediocre," Reni mocked Frankie. "Now go!"

Frankie broke down in tears silently just as Vic walked into the room. "Darling!" Reni cheered as he faced Vic. "You are here... to lighten my heart."

"Uh, not exactly," Vic muttered.

Reni walked up to Vic. "I love you," he told Vic as the latter backed away feeling awkward. "I love this man! Kiss me!"

"Hey, gimme a break," Vic protested holding his hands out in front of him to prepare to push Reni away from him.

"I'll break you if you'll break me," Reni pleaded.

"I can't deal with this... " Vic complained.

"Oh, darling, please," Reni begged. "I need your help. It's a friend of mine - Gonzalez. He's got to move a shit load of coke."

He and Frankie giggled and hopped slightly in a feminine manner as Vic just stared back in perplexity.

"Uh... yeah... " Vic groaned.

As if working for some German, flamboyant man with a feminine charm wasn't strange enough for Vic, he was now back to dealing with drugs again.

Seriously, is everyone in the '80s obsessed with drugs now? Vic thought annoyed.

It never seemed to end for Vic. He just walked outside to hop inside his vehicle and start the engine. This Gonzalez fellow was hanging by the dock at the corner of Downtown.

So as Vic drove up ahead, he made a left turn on Prawn Island and drove through the bridge leading to Downtown. The reddish-orange evening sky glowed through the city, with its colors bouncing off the buildings and roads. The cars moved steadily around the road.

Vic then made a left turn on the end of the road and drove straight down until he finally made it to the docks to find a fat Colombian man wearing an aquamarine shirt over white khaki pants. That must have been Gonzalez, and he was with two other men.

"Are you Gonzalez?" Vic asked the man.

Gonzalez nodded. "Ah, you must be Victor," Gonzalez surmised. "Señor , I need to get my Colonel's merchandise safely to Viceport."

"Your Colonel?" Vic asked. "You're in the army?"

"Not your army," Gonzalez corrected. "Colonel Juan Garcia Cortez's my boss."

"I'll bear that in mind," Vic reminded himself.

"Take my copter," Gonzalez ordered pointing at the helicopter just straight ahead of the dock. "My men will join you."

So Vic hopped inside the helicopter, along with the other two guys, and started the engine as Gonzalez hopped into the boat replete with the coke. The reddish-orange sky reflected into the ocean, and the bright sunlight above glistened through the rippling water.

"There are boats coming!" Gonzalez informed over the radio. "Get them!"

So as Vic hovered over Gonzalez's moving boat, the other two men fired at the boats chasing after Gonzalez using their AK-47s, protecting Gonzalez by all means.

"Kill them all!" Gonzalez ordered.

The two men continued firing at the boats chasing after Gonzalez until the boats finally caught fire and eventually exploded.

Soon, more boats were after Gonzalez, but Vic continued flying the helicopter above them to get the other two men a shot at them to blow up their boats as well.

Gonzalez's boat continued to sail through the ocean and went right under the bridge of Starfish Island, with his men in the helicopter Vic was flying shooting at the boats chasing after Gonzalez. One by one, the boat have exploded, and Gonzalez had finally made it to the ship right by Viceport.

Unfortunately, he had also faced a new problem: another helicopter was also attacking Gonzalez's boat. "Shoot down the copters!" Gonzalez ordered through the radio.

Vic brought the helicopter he was in higher for the other two men to fire at the other helicopter attacking Gonzalez. They continued firing at the opposing helicopter until it eventually caught fire and exploded into flames right before it plummeted down the water.

"More boats incoming!" Gonzalez said over the radio.

Vic lowered the helicopter for the other two men to shoot at the boats chasing after Gonzalez, which lasted for a good fifteen seconds until the two boats exploded, giving Gonzalez freedom to go into the boat garage just up ahead.

Gonzalez had reached his destination, and Vic and the other two men were now on the ocean docks on Viceport walking with Gonzalez.

"I have lost many good men today," Gonzalez told Vic. "Men I cannot afford to lose if I am to protect my Colonel's interests in the deal ahead."

"If you need a bodyguard, you could do a lot worse than me," Vic told him. "For the right price, of course."

"Maybe so," Gonzalez pondered, "but I can't trust anyone until I've discovered who leaked our arrival to those puta bandits."

Vic watched as Gonzalez walked up to a green Cheetah and hopped inside, driving away in the process. He figured he has had enough of the drug trade for the day. He was already forced to build drug empires to save his skin from the Mendez brothers, and he wasn't into dealing with any more of them as of today. So he decided to head home to get some rest.