Hours later, the soldiers were lined up once again at the Fort Air Base Center taking the orders of Sergeant Peppah, who was armed with a rifle marching back and forth in front of the soldiers. He was carrying the rifle over his shoulders as he marched.
"Alright, listen up, men!" he announced as he stopped marching to face the row of soldiers. "We know that Sergeant Martinez has sent his men to send his narcotics to his barracks. What's more, it's rather fishy how his men seems to have an ample amount sent to his place via speedboats. So that means Martinez has a place stashed with whatever drugs he has been sending his guys to deliver to him."
"Hold on, Sergeant Peppah," Vic protested taking a step forward to the sergeant. "You mean Martinez is running an empire of his own as well?"
"That's what I'm saying," Sergeant Peppah told him. "With so many guys smuggling the stuff inside his barracks, he has to have a place where he stashes them all. So what we're gonna do now is march from here to the streets in search of Martinez's empire! Now do you all follow what I am informing you?!"
"Sir, yes, sir!" all of the soldiers replied vociferously.
"Then time to get in position and start marching!" Sergeant Peppah told them loudly. "Come on! Let's move!"
The march began, and the soldiers followed Sergeant Peppah to follow him out through the exit of the Fort Air Base Center. The march continued left and straight down the road.
Vic was wearing a determined, glaring look on his face. After returning into the army, he was especially determined to take down Martinez and finally have the corrupt sergeant revoked as a sergeant for his activities on drugs.
The other soldiers were singing what sounded like a military version of the nursery rhyme song I Been Working On the Railroad.
🎵 We're the soldiers of Vice City
Strongly against the game of drugs
We're the soldiers of Vice City
Ain't no room for petty thugs
We're the soldiers of Vice City
Protect the Nation as we march the floor
We're the soldiers of Vice City
Step to us and this means war 🎵
The song continued on as the soldiers marched down the street leading to Viceport. The sun was beginning to set below the blazing, orange-and-red sky. The slightly evanescent shadows of the trees and buildings smothered the sidewalks west from across the street. The soldiers continued marching as they continued singing their theme. The tank was slowly moving behind them on the roads. Everyone were armed with assault rifles, prepared for the impending attack coming for them.
Vic was the only one who kept silent. As proud as he was to reclaim his career as a soldier, he wanted to keep tranquil so he would save it for his vengeance against Martinez for costing him his career, setting him and Phil up, and beating and raping Louise just to taunt Vic. He was preparing himself to catch the corrupt sergeant in the act so Sergeant Peppah would finally discharge him as a sergeant. Vic was looking forward to seeing Martinez get a taste of his own medicine this time around.
The soldiers made a left turn on the long road of Viceport and marched straight down the street, still chanting the theme's chorus. The sunset began to glisten through the rippling waters of the ocean below. The distant palm trees and buildings on the eastern part of the island formed into silhouettes in the background. The soldiers and tank's shadows towered over the asphalt they were marching straight down on.
The soldiers continued to chant the chorus as they all marched straight down the long road until they made a right turn on the corner of the road, where they finally halted to a stop to view a soldier in a snow camouflage army suit by the jetty.
"Halt!" Sergeant Peppah ordered as he brought the march to a stop. The soldiers and tank stopped suddenly.
"What is it, Sergeant Peppah?!" Vic asked.
"See that guy?!" Sergeant Peppah told the soldiers. "That guy looks suspicious. Somebody has to follow him in the boat."
"I'll go, Sergeant!" Vic declared. "I'll see what he's up too."
"Appreciate the volunteer, Vance," Sergeant Peppah said, "but a little word of advice: Be stealthy about this. Don't let that soldier know you're following him."
"No problem, Sergeant!" Vic told him.
As he watched as the soldier got away in a black speedboat, Vic saw a jetski sitting right next to the jetty. The soldier rode away on the southern east direction of the ocean. Vic got his weapons prepared as he ran to the jetski and hopped on.
Vic started the jetski and followed the speedboat about ten yards behind. He kept the speed moderate as he followed the speedboat.
The chase continued south of the Atlantic Ocean and under the bridges. The water sprayed behind each the running speedboat and jetski behind the drivers as they rode through the ocean.
By the time the chase continued through the ocean around Ocean Beach, the two were riding very deep out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and far away from the city. It took about at least three minutes to get to a lone island just deep out in the middle of the ocean, On that island was a large building, about at least two stories high.
"Strange," Vic said to himself. "I don't remember coming across this island."
Vic watched as the soldier pulled to a stop on the island, hopped out of the speedboat, and walked inside the building. Vic still had to be inconspicuous though. So he made his way to the island and hopped off the jetski.
Vic crept to the building to get a closer look. He saw that the door of the edifice was slightly cracked open. Inside the building were a bunch of soldiers dressed in snow camouflage army suits having a discussion with Sergeant Jerry Martinez himself. There were even a pile of bags replete with narcotics and stashes inside the drawers and crates as well.
Martinez was sniffing the coke right from the table he was standing behind. He picked his head off the table and faced one of his allies. "Now you guys got the good stuff!" he told one of them. "Now we have to keep this discreet, or I lose my career."
"But boss," one of the soldiers asked him, "what about the witness protection program? They're the one who protected you from getting harmed!"
"Eh, I left them over a week ago," Martinez declared. "I only used them so I could save my skin from the Mendez brothers. But now that I know that the Mendez brothers are on my side this time, they won't try to kill me. Now we must not let anybody know about this, because if they do, there goes my career. I paid you guys to cooperate, so now you have to make this work for me, or you'll be shafted yourselves."
"Yes, Sergeant!" one of the soldiers answered obsequiously.
Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that, Martinez, Vic thought.
He pulled out the camera from his pocket and took pictures of the interior of the building, making sure no one inside would catch him. He got a couple of good shots of Martinez and the other soldiers, as well as the edifice of the place.
"Now just wait here," Martinez told the soldiers from the inside. "I'm going to pick up some more coke."
When Vic watched inside, he saw that Martinez was on his way out of the door. So Vic quickly made a run for it and hid on the side of the building. Martinez, oblivious of Vic's presence, walked over to the black speedboat and rode away.
Vic pulled out his walkie talkie and held it to his mouth. "Sergeant Peppah!" he announced. "This is Victor Vance, over!"
"Vance!" Sergeant Peppah said over the walkie talkie. "So what did you get out of that soldier, over?!"
"I found that there's a lone island very far away from this city," Vic replied, "and I think I know what Martinez is up to. He's running a secret empire on drugs and smuggling, and he's also hired former soldiers to manipulate into working for him!"
"Shit," Sergeant Peppah said. "So all this time, Martinez was doing everything against our rules of the military, and we let that hover over our heads like a pair of choppers."
"Yeah," Vic responded. "Looks like it's up to me to put an end to Martinez's impending power once and for all."
"What are you gonna do, Vance?" Sergeant Peppah asked.
"Just leave that to me," Vic equivocated.
He got his assault rifle ready and crept inside the building, where he was spotted by other soldiers.
"Hey, who's this guy?" one of them asked.
"I don't know," another replied, "but let's take him out."
The soldiers fired at Vic, who quickly dodged the firing bullets by hopping behind another room in the side. Vic pulled out his AK-47 and fired back. He killed each soldier one by one as he remained covered behind the wall.
Vic fired back at the soldiers and killed each and every one of them as they dropped dead from the bullets fired into them.
Once the soldiers inside were dead, Vic crept from behind the wall and right in the center to plant a bomb. He then went upstairs, where he encountered another wave of the soldiers up there.
Vic used some of the walls as covered as he managed to avoid the firing bullets coming to his direction and fired back at them, killing each and every one of them.
Once all the soldiers were out of his way, Vic continued making his way through the hallway and reached the end, where he planted another bomb too.
The detonation was about to go off in twenty seconds. So Vic dashed down the stairs and headed out through the exit of the building. Once outside on the island, Vic quickly hopped back onto the jetski and dashed out just in time for the building to collapse.
For the next three minutes, Vic finally made it back on the ocean around Florida and dashed to the jetty at Viceport.
Once Vic made it to the jetty, he hopped onto it and came across the other soldiers on land. Vic approached Sergeant Peppah, who was staring back at him proudly.
"I got the photos, Sergeant Peppah," Vic announced pulling out the camera from his pocket. "They should prove that Martinez is nothing more than a corrupt drug dealer that's only looking to make profits."
"Well done, Vance," Sergeant Peppah congratulated taking the camera out of Vic's hands. "Now just give us a minute to get the photos developed so we could see them all and Martinez could kiss his position as a sergeant goodbye."
As the sergeant walked away along with the other soldiers, Vic stood there proudly. He had finally caught Martinez in the act and was looking forward to see the day the corrupt sergeant get a taste of his own medicine. He could hardly wait.