Vic decided to return back to the InterGlobal Films Studios the next day. Right now, he was currently driving on the road through Vice Point and made a left turn on the end of the road. He drove straight ahead to find the InterGlobal FIlm Studios up ahead and drove into the parking lot. He parked his vehicle there and hopped out to walk inside the studio.
Inside, Reni was sitting in a black chair behind the white table talking to a chubby Caucasian man wearing a blue shirt and blue denim pants.
"He doesn't know?" Reni asked the man.
"Uh, no," the man answered in a British accent. "And let's keep it that way."
"Of course," Reni replied. "He is an artist, the pressure could kill him. I mean, I perform well under pressure knowing that people want to drill me full of holes, but I am unique, darling."
Reni looked ahead to see Vic enter the room. "Darling!" he cheered.
"Hi Reni... " Vic greeted flatly. He saw the Australian man and greeted him too. "Hi... uh... "
"Darling, this is darling," Reni introduced Vic and the Australian man to each other. "Darling, darling. Wunderbar. So now, we are acquainted, no? Who wants to oompah?"
Reni then started making sensual gestures while leaning against the table, and Vic just stared at the eccentric German awkwardly. He had no idea what was going on.
"I'm Vic," he greeted the Australian man.
"Alright. Barry, mate," the Australian man greeted back giving Vic a handshake.
"Now darling," Reni told Vic pacing around the table. "Darling needs a favor."
"Yeah," Barry added. "I need you to drive me and one of my clients around. Major player. Could sing the birds down from trees. You'll love him.
"I'm kind of expensive for a limo service," Vic answered.
"Yeah, well rock and roll is a dirty business, cock," Barry told him.
"Excuse me?" Vic asked.
"Well, this one bloke gave me three million quid and now he wants it back," Barry explained. " ...cheeky twat...He's threatening to kill my bloke if I don't pay up.
"OK... " Vic agreed. "I'll help you, but it's gonna cost you."
"Yeah, yeah... " Barry said staring at his watch. "Christ on a bike! Is that the time? We better go and meet me boy, you are gonna love him."
Barry then hopped out of his seat and headed for the exit, with Vic following along, leaving Reni in the room posing as if he was a ballerina.
I've got a special limo ordered," Barry told Vic as the two walked to Vic's Infernus. "Let's go and get it, then pick up the boy."
"A special limo?" Vic asked as he and Barry hopped inside the vehicle.
"Bulletproof," Barry answered. "I'm not taking any chances, this nutter means business."
Vic decided not to question it and continued driving. He didn't know much about the music business, but he did know that the empire businesses he was running was no less tame.
Vic made a right turn on the road of Prawn Island and drove straight down, making a right turn on Vice Point and driving straight down. He then made a left turn by the hotel to find a black limousine parked just on the end.
He and Barry hopped out of the Infernus and ran to the limousine to hop inside. Vic turned on the engine and drove through Vice Point to get to the designated location to meet up with the 'boy' Barry mentioned earlier. The destination was at a park that was just right next to the bridge leading to Starfish Island, and Vic parked the limousine there.
Soon, he spotted a white Maverick flying in the air and landing just ten feet away from the limousine. As the Maverick's propeller stopped spinning, a man with black hair wearing a white sweater over denim blue pants stepped out. Just then, a couple of cars each carrying four mobsters armed with machine guns arrived on the scene and stepped out.
"Bloody hell!" Barry cried out. "That nutter sent a goon squad after me talent! Get 'em Vic!"
The mobsters fired at the man that hopped out of the Maverick, which instant;y blew up due to the mobsters' numerous bullets hitting the vehicle, and the man in the white sweater dodged behind the limousine.
Vic hopped out of the vehicle and pulled out his machine gun to fire at the mobsters, taking cover behind to dodge their bullets. Each member of the mobsters were killed one by one, and the man in the white sweater stood back onto his feet to face Barry.
"Look Barry," the man told Barry, "when I agreed to play Vice City. I didn't expect it to be my swansong."
"It's no problem, mate," Barry told him. "It's just some nutcase trying it on."
Vic then stared at the man harder and recognized him. "Hey aren't you... "Vic started to say.
"Phil, mate," the man answered finishing Vic's sentence. "Phil Collins."
Vic jaw dropped in awe. He was actually staring at singer Phil Collins in person! Phil Collins was an English singer who began his career in 1963 as he joined the rock band Genesis in the early 1970s. He then started going solo in the early 1980s, in which he released his debut studio solo album Face Value just three years ago. The album gained critical acclaim and was a commercial success as well, ranking at #1 on the UK Albums Charts and reaching five million record sales in America, earning its platinum status. The album also featured the equally acclaimed single, "In the Air Tonight."
"Let's do the meet and greet some other time, eh?" Barry decided. "Come on."
So the tree hopped inside the limousine, and Vic drove back onto the road, only for Vic to stare in his rear-view mirror to spot more goons chasing after him via cars.
"Giorgio wants his money back!" one of the goons inside the car chasing after the limousine shouted firing at the latter vehicle.
"What money?" Phil Collins asked. "Barry, who are these nutters?"
"Keep your pretty head down, Phil," Barry told him panicking as Vic just continued driving through the roadway. "Christ on a bike, Vicky! Floor it!"
Vic just sped up as more goons in cars chased after him. "For crying out loud, Barry," Phil groaned. "What have you done this time?"
"I swear on me mother's life... " Barry told him as Vic drove through Washington Beach, "...on me dead mother's grave... I don't know what he's on about."
Vic then made a left turn on the intersection of the road and drove straight down. Vic finally shook the goons off of him and made a right turn leading to Ocean Beach, where he parked in front of a hotel.
"Shouldn't we call the police?" Phil Collins asked.
"This is Vice City, mate," Barry told him. Seriously... bandit country... It's nothing... "
"Who is this Giorgio you owe money to?" Phil Collins asked Barry.
"Oh, just a fan," Barry replied evasively. "He lent me. I mean, y'know, he GAVE me a few quid... "
"Barry?" Phil Collins asked suspiciously. "Are you in hock with gangsters?"
"NO, mate," Barry protested. "I swear. On your life."
"Yeah, well that's what I'm worried about," Phil Collins replied. "You're a real moron... I should have left you managing that talking dog...what was his name? Puddles?"
He and Barry exited the limousine and walked over to the hotel entrance. Vic sighed in relief and decided to see Reni again.