Gonzalez had later called Vic to tell him to meet him at the Ducum Inn located at Vice Point. Vic had rode his bike all the way over there to meet up with Gonzalez inside. The two were having a conversation by the pool side

"Ah, Vic, my friend," Gonzalez told him. "I've a small side deal requiring a sensitive touch."

"Sensitive?" Vic asked.

"Let's just say I'd rather my boss didn't find out about this... " Gonzalez equivocated with a slight chuckle. " ...or my men, for that matter."

"Let me guess - you've cut your Colonel's coke to make a side profit," Vic surmised.

"Sssh," Gonzalez shushed him putting a finger against his lips. "Vic, please... This is, after all, the land of opportunity."

"I don't care who you rip off, Gonzalez," Vic told him, "as long as it's not me."

"Bueno," Gonzalez replied. "The drugs are at Ocean Beach. Take them to the deal in Washington." Gonzalez then handed Vic the keys for the vehicle inside his lockup.

Vic didn't hesitate as he exited the hotel to hop back onto his bike. He rode around town in search of Gonzalez's lockup.

He drove through Vice Point and made a right turn on the long road. There were a few cars driving through the road, and it was a bright sunny day with fewer birds flying in the air. Vic wasted no time as he continued driving through the street and made it to the lockup just up north of Ocean Beach. It was a white building with a blue garage door.

Vic hopped out of the vehicle as he parked it up front and walked to the lockup. The garage door opened slowly, revealing a red minivan parked inside. It must have contained the drugs Gonzalez mentioned was stashed inside. Vic hopped inside, used the keys Gonzalez offered him to start the engine, and slowly pulled forward out of the lockup and onto the open road.

At this point, Vic had no other choice. As much as he despised drugs, he was caught in an intense underworld with no other choice of his own. It was either work for others regardless of how sordid it was or be crushed like an ice cube. He continued driving through the road and made his way to Washington Beach, where he took the alleyways.

Vic looked around to find that he was the first one to show. He was wondering where the people involved with the deal were. "I guess I can just take everything out to prepare myself," Vic told himself.

So he put the van on park, hopped out, and walked over to the back to open the doors. He was about to take out the drugs when he spotted a truck speeding his way.

"What the fuck?!" Vic cried out.

He tried to back away, but the truck had sped far too quickly and slammed into the van hard. The drugs that were inside flew out of the truck, and one of the shooting boxes hit Vic hard in the head, knocking him out cold. The other boxes opened up, causing the coke to permeate through the air and around an unconscious Vic, who had inadvertently breathed in the coke spreading around the air.

Two guys hopped out of the truck: one was a tall Caucasian man in an orange suit while the other was a shorter Caucasian man wearing a blue jacket and white pants. They walked around the van, oblivious to an unconscious Vic while noticing the drugs around the air.

"You hit the van too hard!" the man in the orange suit scolded his partner. "The drugs have gone everywhere! There's more on this dude than in the back!"

"Quit whining," his partner shot back. "Let's just get this shit up to the party on Starfish. We've got bitches waiting."

As the two guys escaped in the red van with the rest of the drugs, Vic,s pager started beeping. He finally woke up after two minutes. He sat up to examine himself. His lip was cut. His forehead had a knot the size of a golf ball. There were scratching on his palms.

Vic was also feeling rather light-headed. He looked around to see that everything was so blurry. He took the pager off his belt to read the message. It was from Gonzalez, and since he was intoxicated on the coke he inhaled while unconscious, he could barely read the message.

"What's taking so long?!" the message read. "Ring me, pronto!"

So Vic slowly got back onto his feet to find that was van was missing. Everything was blurry, and Vic could barely walk straight. he felt as if he was trying to run around a city trapped inside a snow globe someone was frantically shaking. It was getting very difficult to see where he was going, and he barely spotted a payphone up ahead.

As Vic finally made it ti the payphone, he pulled change out of his pocket, put the coins into the slot, and punched in Gonzalez's number, waiting on him to pick up.

"Gonzalez?" Vic answered barely coherent and slurred. "We got hit. The drugs... They're gone."

"What?!" Gonzalez cried out in surprise. "Are you fucking with me?!"

"No... I'm not," Vic answered.

"What's wrong with you?!" Gonzalez scolded vociferously. "Are you high on my shit?!"

"No... " Vic continued, still sounding slurred. " ...or at least not until some guys crashed into me down the alley...I must've been breathing it in while I was out cold."

Gonzalez sighed as he tried to keep his composure. "I want my drugs back, Vic," he ordered Vic. "I still have a buyer who might be interested, but he's leaving town real soon. Kill the bastards who did this, and get my drugs back to the lockup!"

"Oh, they'll pay alright," Vic replied in a low, menacing tone of voice.

He slammed the phone back onto the receiver and walked over to the road. All he could see was a blur of different colors around him, and he could barely stand as he continued walking.

So this is how it feels to get coked up, Vic thought.

Luckily for him, he was able to spot a motorbike right around the other end of the alleyway. So he hopped on the bike and rode it onto the road. He struggled to keep his steering level due to the drugs impairing his vision. He felt his nose running wildly. The drugs had really affected his motor skills.

Vic struggled to keep his balance as he turned left on the bridge leading to Starfish Island. While unconscious, he had heard voices of two guys saying they were returning the stolen goods back to their house in Starfish Island, which is how Vic surmised they would be there.

Vic struggled to keep his balance as he rode down the road and finally made it on the other end of the bridge, where he turned right on a driveway leading to a mansion. At the yard, there were guests bumping the song "Glow of Love" by Change. The guests included the man in the orange suit and his partner, as well as the red minivan with the drugs.

Vic ambushed the party by taking out his AK-47 and firing at the guests, killing each of them one by one. Once the guests were dead, Vic hopped off the bike and walked over to the minivan. The background was still spinning around him, and everything was still a colorful blur that kept him from keeping his balance as he walked.

Vic made it to the van and stopped to pant. The drugs were really wearing him out. He stepped inside the van and started the engine. He drove out of the yard and barely made it on the road. Because he was intoxicated, Vic could barely see the road, and he struggled to steer the vehicle straight, which wasn't even helped by the fact that the police were chasing him.

Vic had to drive away as fast as he could to shake the cops off of him. But it made it difficult for him since his vision was still a colorful blur around him. He made sharp turns and drove frantically around Washington Beach while still trying to keep the vehicle level.

Soon, he had lost the cops, and he continued his trip back to the lockup in Ocean Beach. As he stared straight ahead, he saw through his blurred-out eyes that Gonzalez was waiting right at the lockup.

"Got the stuff back," Vic told Gonzalez in a slurred tone.

Gonzalez took a look at Vic and noticed his intoxication. "Perhaps I should've warned you about that stuff in the van," Gonzalez said guiding Vic to the passenger's seat and taking the wheel himself. "I'll drop you off to your place."

"Clymenus Suite," Vic answered barely coherent.

So Gonzalez had dropped Vic back to his apartment, and Vic exited the vehicle.

"Well, at least you managed to retrieve my merchandise," Gonzalez told him. "But I think, for our friendship, this is the end. Adios."

Vic watched and waved as Gonzalez left. He was still feeling rather light-headed and wasn't into doing any more work at the moment. So while still visually impaired and motor skills still out of whack, Vic walked back inside his home, barely keeping his balance. He needed some rest.