Vic was surprised he even got any sleep at all the other night. He was still steamed over what Martinez did to Louise that night and really wanted to rip through the corrupt sergeant's flesh in reprisal. Phil was very protective of his sister and would certainly be enraged when he would hear about what happened to her.
Vic woke up at 7:47 AM and sat on the edge of his bed. He was wearing nothing but black boxers and rubbed his eyes clearly. He looked to his right and saw that his pager, which was on the table next to his bed, started beeping. Vic picked it up to read the message. It was from Reni.
"I've told Ricardo Diaz good things about you, pumpkin," the message read. "He wants to meet at his home in Starfish Island... remember darling."
Ricardo Diaz? Vic thought.
He decided to pay whoever this Ricardo Diaz was a visit over at his mansion in Starfish Island. So Vic hopped out of bed to take a glance out the window. It was a nice, sunny day outside. The sun shone above the Ferris wheel at the carnival outside. The cars drove through the roads down below.
Vic would think about going after Martinez later. Right now, he wanted to see this Diaz fellow first and got dressed in his casual clothing. He headed out of the door and got inside his garage to hop into the Sentinel XS. He started the engine, slowly pulled out of the garage, and drove onto the road. The cars were moving steadily and carefully.
Vic then made a left turn on a bridge that led to Starfish Island and drove straight down. As he made it on the other end of the bridge, he made it onto the road and saw a large mansion to his left that was red and pink and surrounded by lavish terrain, well-cut lawns, several pools, and a low wall. There was also a white limousine parked right in front of the garage, and long, high steps leading to the entrance to the building.
Vic drove into the driveway and parked his vehicle adjacent to the limousine. He hopped out of his vehicle and walked up the stairs to the mansion, with a couple of bodyguards standing by.
Vic approached them casually. "I'm Vic Vance," he answered. "I'm here to see Ricardo Diaz."
"Right this way," one of the bodyguards stated pointing to the entrance.
Vic was then guided outside and looked around the interior. It was a nice shade of red with a set of guardrails and a long set of steps just right behind the doorway. There were multiple bodyguards around the mansion. Vic walked up the stairs and through the hallways, turning to his right. He walked into one of the bedrooms with a yellow wall around it. The room also had a couple of leather sofas and chairs, a liquor cabinet, a coffee table, and a painting hanging on the wall.
Inside was also the drug lord himself, Ricardo Diaz, a short, chubby balding man wearing a black-and-yellow Hawaiian shirt over beige khaki pants, counting his money. He also had a long, fat cigar in his right hand and just noticed Vic walking in.
"So, you're Vic," Diaz surmised speaking in a fluent Colombian accent.
"Yeah," Vic answered. "And you, you're Diaz?"
"No, I'm Santa Claus," Diaz replied caustically. "I heard a lot about you. Mr. Big. Buddies with the Mendezes."
"I don't think we're exactly friends," Vic responded.
"Whatever you say," Diaz told him. "I heard you wasn't exactly a load of laughs, amigo, but crack a fucking smile. Life is amazing. Look at me. I got porn, I got drugs, I got money. I'm happy."
"That's cool," Vic answered. "Well, I want out. I don't wanna sell drugs, but I ain't got a choice right now. I mean it's either that or get crushed like a suicidal masochist."
Just then, Lance entered the room, and Diaz turned to him. "Jeez, Quentin," Diaz told Lance. "You didn't say your brother was such a bore."
Lance then noticed Vic standing there. "Vic!" he cried out in surprise.
"Quentin?" Vic asked.
"Hey, good to see you, man," Lance replied. "You know, Reni sent me. Me and Ricardo have been hanging out."
"How was she?" Diaz asked Lance.
"Yeah, good," Lance responded.
"Oh, she knows a lot of tricks for such a young girl, eh?" Diaz chuckled.
"Mm-mm-mm," Lance agreed.
"Lance, you're pathetic," Vic told his brother.
"What?" Lance asked.
"Yeah, Quentin," Diaz laughed. "Only took you three minutes. Have a cigar. Have a rail!"
He and Lance laughed together as the latter walked over to the chairs to the left.
"Thanks, don't mind if I do," Lance called to Diaz.
Diaz then stared at each of the brothers at a time. "So, you boys gonna help me out?" he asked them.
"Sure, baby, we gonna make you a star!" Lance chuckled.
"Shut up, you fool," Vic told his brother. He turned to Diaz. "All right, what do you need?" Vic asked Diaz.
"Gonzalez thinks he can move product without paying me," Diaz replied sounding somewhat stern. "He must be on something. He's hidden some shit offshore. Maybe you Vance boys can go get it."
Vic thought about it. Now he went from working for one guy to working against him. At this rate, it wasn't becoming a roller coaster to him, but more as a pinball game. "All right, fine," he finally muttered with a sigh. He then turned to Lance. "Come on, moron," he called to his brother.
Lance followed along with him and the two exited the room. They made their way outside as they exited all the way down the front door of the mansion.
"Vice is a big city," Vic protested as he and Lance walked through the porch. "That shit could be anywhere."
"This Gonzalez - would you recognize any of his men?" Lance asked Vic.
"Maybe," Vic answered.
"Good!" Lance cheered loudly. "'Cause if I was in the big city with just a few hours to kill, I'd wanna get high with a brother, or get down with a sister. And I know where the out-of-towners do both. Come on. Let's pop like Cola."
The brothers made their way down the stairs and hopped inside Vic's Sentinel XS. Vic started the engine and drove the vehicle out of the driveway and made a right turn down the bridge. He drove straight down Washington Beach and made a left turn to head through Ocean Beach. The ocean waves were stirring in the wind, with surfers at the beach riding through them. pedestrians were in the sandy area, some lounging, playing volleyball, building sandcastles, and so on.
"Do you think we can trust Diaz?" Vic asked Lance as he continued driving.
"My man Diaz is a businessman... " Lance equivocated.
"Great," Vic surmised. "That's a 'no' then."
Vic searched for every building around the town to see where the Pole Position Club was and finally found a building with the name of the club on the front corner. The brothers have made it there.
"Keep your eyes peeled," Lance informed as the brothers looked straight ahead. "If you see one of Gonzalez's men, holler."
"This is nuts," Vic muttered shaking his head. "There's no way we're... "
Just then, he saw that there was one of Gonzalez's men leaving the club. He was surprised. "I don't believe it," he uttered gaping at the man. "That's one of his guys right there."
"Man, I'm good," Lance boasted. "I scare myself sometimes. I'm betting he takes us right to the merchandise. Come on, let's tail him!"
The brothers watched as Gonzalez's goon hopped inside a red Cheetah and took off. Vic gradually stepped on the gas pedal to stealthily follow the guy as the latter drove through the town, oblivious to the fact that he was being followed.
"How did you know he'd be there?" Vic asked Lance.
"All the out-of-towners go there to get high and get laid," Lance answered proudly. "I did."
Shit, I actually agree with him that he scares himself sometimes, Vic thought.
He continued following Gonzalez's goon, being careful not to spook him. They trailed him through Washington Beach and continued following him until he finally reach the dock across the street from the carnival at Vice Point. and exited the vehicle. The brothers watched as the goon walked over to the dock and hopped onto a Jetski.
Vic hopped out of the car to run for the docks. "Don't lose him, Vic!" Lance called out to him.
Vic ran to the docks to hop on another Jetski and follow the goon through the water. He still kept his distance, as he still didn't wanted the goon to know that he was being followed. The goon rode through the rippling water and straight on the opening of the ocean. Vic felt the wind blowing through his face as he followed along.
The chase continued up under the bridge and stopped as Vic saw that the goon had finally stopped to a pair of stilt houses all the way in the open ocean at Ocean Beach. Vic saw that there was also a blue-and-white Jetmax resting in the water right next to the stilt houses.
As the goon exited the Jetski and hopped onto the platform, Vic decided that now was his chance to swipe the boat replete with the coke. Of course, he still had to get past the goons on the boats guarding the stilt houses as well. So as the boats rowed around the platforms, Vic quickly raced to the stilt houses and hopped off of the Jetski and onto the platform.
"Hey!" one of the goons shouted spotting Vic. "Who's this guy?!"
They fired bullets at Vic using their assault rifles. But Vic was too quick for all of them and shot each of them down one by one. This alerted the goons on the boat as well, and Vic paid them no mind as he darted for the Jetmax with the coke stashed inside and hopped on. He started the engine and zoomed away onto the open road.
The water splashed behind him as the boat zoomed through the ocean water. Vic looked in the rear-view mirror to make sure the goons on the boats back by the stilt houses weren't following him. He was pulling far away from the spot that he couldn't even see them closing in Luckily, he was getting closer to Diaz's mansion straight ahead. He zipped as fast as he could and finally made it to the dock behind Diaz's mansion. Vic sighed deeply. He had finally completed the task and was now ready for whatever other work Diaz would have in stores for the Vance brothers. So he slowly exited the Jetmax and hopped onto the dock to walk back to Diaz's mansion.