Stacking the Deck

What a day it had been and it wasn't over yet. The sun was starting to go down. Vince had been at it since morning. He rescued the sister of Aisha, whom was dating Johnny. He took out two labs of the Carnales and stole their shipment not long after. It was now time to check out what the other gang had to offer. There was only one way to do that.

Vince sat in his apartment. He took a break from all of the work he put in that day. It was time to make that call. He searched for the contacts and came across the one person he needed, as well as wanted to call. It was time to put in some more work.

The phone rang and rang until… "Hello?" said a female voice.

"Lin, it's Vince, or the Playa, you can call me that," Vince said. "I'm calling to see about what we can do about the Rollerz."

"Cool, cool, I found something that I want you to do," Lin said. "Come and meet me at the Ultor Dome. You will see my car parked over there, but make sure you're not seen. Some of the other Rollerz will be rolling around over there."

"Got it, I'll be there in a bit," Vince said.

"See you there," Lin said.

It was only Vince's second day in the Saints but he had already gotten some work done. He decided to get some different clothes this time, as the clothes he wore that day had gotten covered in blood from all of the gunfights he partook in. He put on a white T-shirt, along with a purple and black football jersey and a pair of black jeans.

He had parked the purple Hammerhead nearby but he decided not to take that car this time. He held onto the yellow Zomkah that he took from the previous day when he, along with Troy and Julius took on the gangs. He went into the car and was on his way. He had the top put up this time, though.

Some time had passed. It was now around 5 or 6 PM, as it was getting dusk in the sky. Vince had been told to be out of sight as Lin would be talking with the Rollerz. It was only his second day. It would seem that Lin had been scoping out this outfit for a bit, especially since she got some blue pants to blend in, despite wearing the Saints' colors earlier the previous day. Nonetheless, he parked the car in a parking spot in the lot of the arena, but quickly ran out to where that Voxel was parked. The exact same Voxel that he saw earlier that same day, to be exact.

Vince snuck around and saw Lin walking with a couple of guys in blue. One guy looked Asian-American with a shaved head and wore a blue and white button-down shirt with jeans. The other was a Caucasian man with a blue muscle shirt, possibly a basketball jersey with cargo shorts and a white hat worn backwards. Then of course, there was Lin, smoking a cigarette and walking with the two guys. He ran and hid behind a trailer near a stack of crates that was behind Lin's car.

"That's a sweet ride, Lin," the Asian guy said.

"Uh-huh, thanks," Lin said as she walked close to the car.

"Who tuned it for you?" the white guy said.

"No one, I did it myself," Lin said as she opened the door to the driver's side while the two guys looked at the Voxel.

"The spoiler looks like Donnie's work," the Asian guy said.

"No way, that under-glow screams Ricky Liu," the white guy said.

"You know, you have a point," the Asian guy said.

"What is this, fucking third grade?" Lin said.

The two guys looked at each other with some confusion.

"What do you mean?" the Asian guy said.

"Forget it, I'll see you guys tomorrow," Lin said.

The two guys started to walk away as Lin stood close to her car

"Dude, she totally wants you," the white guy said to his friend, as Lin looked on with a look of mild disgust and as she closed the door.

"Assholes," Lin said to herself.

"Pssst!" Lin jumped when she heard that, turning around, suspecting that it came from behind. Out from the shadow was Vince.

"Hey, I'm here," Vince said. "What the hell was that about?"

"Nothing, just a couple of immature assholes," Lin said. "I swear to God, we're not going to be able to kill these bastards fast enough."

"You said you got something, what is it?" Vince said.

Lin took a puff from her cigarette and blew out some smoke soon after. "Aside from macho bullshit, I haven't heard much. The only interesting news I got is that a shipment of high-performance cars is coming today."

"Wait, that's it?" Vince said.

"It's not much, I know, so we're going to make the best of it," Lin said.

"Okay, so what do you want me to do?" Vince said.

"I want you to jack the truck carrying the cars before it makes its delivery and take it to a guy named Samson," Lin said.

"Samson?" Vince said.

"Yes, Samson, he has a garage in Mission Beach," Lin said. "But he has another field of expertise. He'll load up the cars with a few surprises, then finish the delivery. Now get out of here before someone sees us."

Vince nodded his head and saw that Lin looked around to make sure none of the other Rollerz were around, especially those two guys who were likely trying to flirt with her. He ran away from her as quickly as he could to find the Zomkah. Lin had told him to look for a truck. There was usually one place that a truck carrying cars would be. It was time to head for the freeway.

Vince got back on the road. The question on his mind was which freeway he would find this truck. If he had to search other highways, so be it. Nonetheless, he drove westbound to head to the nearest freeway, as the arena was indeed adjacent to that particular highway. He swerved in front of some cars and turned right onto the on-ramp, heading northbound. The moment he looked through his rearview, he saw a blue Mockingbird driving close to a Peterliner truck carrying cars of a certain type, ranging from a Voxel to Wakazashi to a Zircon. These definitely were high-performance cars.

Time to go to work. Vince thought. He busted out his Vice 9 and loaded it with a magazine and cocked the gun to ensure that a bullet goes into the chamber. Seeing as he was stealing the truck, the only thing he could do is try to scare the driver off. So he stepped on the gas some more and rolled down the highway and BANG! BANG! He fired at the door of the passenger's side and also the body of the truck. He took another look at the rearview, but the one on the inside. The Mockingbird sped up and the passenger popped out of the window, gun in hand.

Fuck! He thought. It was only going to escalate from there. A hail of gunfire went straight to the back window. Glass shattered, the back of the car was completely open. He had to think fast. He stepped on the gas some more, and turned to his left and hit the right side of the front of the truck.

BUDDAH! BUDDAH! BUDDAH! More gunfire went his way, even going so far as to hit the windshield.

Fuck this shit! Vince thought and hit the gas some more and hit the side of the truck once again as he saw that the Mockingbird was slightly farther behind him and that the truck was now slowing down, and slowing down some more before pulling over near the divider. Through the rearview, the driver ran away in the opposite direction. Vince quickly pulled over to the divider and hit the brake, set it in park, and shut the car off.

He got out. The Mockingbird was closing in him. He held onto the Tombstone that Johnny gave him earlier that day. The passenger in the Mockingbird held an SKR-7 Spree, which explained the type of gunfire he had endured. As the blue car got closer, Vince stood on the divider. He saw that the passenger was ready to point and shoot. Vince raised the Tombstone and held it in a firing position. The car got closer, the passenger moved and was ready to stick his right arm out the window.

BANG! The sound of screeching tires occurred followed by the sound of a crash. Vince looked up and saw that the windshield of the Mockingbird was covered in blood and saw that both the driver and passenger were affected by the buckshot. Vince did not think that he would hit the other guy. Nonetheless, he went right for the Peterliner truck and got in and started it up and was on his way to make the delivery. He set it to K12 this time, with "The Pressure" from E-Ject playing.

He headed eastbound straight to the Row. He stepped on the gas and drove as fast as he could. Knowing that word travels fast in Stilwater, he expected more of the Rollerz to come after him. It happened with the Vice Kings, it happened with the Carnales, it was damn sure that it would happen with the Rollerz.

There was one problem, though. More traffic was seen on the highway, ranging from buses to other trucks. He couldn't let these cars take any damage, especially if Lin had a plan for them. Lucky for him, any other blue cars that went after him got caught up in the traffic and were also pulled over by any cops that happened to be in the vicinity, especially when going through the tunnel on the freeway near Union Square.

It wasn't long until he was home free. Vince got off on an off-ramp that headed into the Row. He was headed to Mission Beach over to Samson's garage. He was sure that he had passed by the place before. He pulled up to the place and parked the truck in the lot. An African-American man with long hair and a long goatee came out.

"Are you Lin's boy?" the man said.

"Yeah, I am, they call me Playa," Vince said.

"Okay, Playa, I'm Samson," the man said. "You can just leave the cars with me. Me and my other workers will look at them."

"I hear you," Vince said. "I should get going, my place is not far from here."

Vince walked away. It had been a long day. It was time to get some rest, but first things first. He got out his phone.

"Hello?" Lin said.

"Lin, it's me," Vince said. "It's done. Let me know what you can find and I'll see about it."

"You got it," Lin said. "I will also be looking out for any places the Rollerz run. I will let Julius know and then we'll see about taking them down. I got to go, now."

"No problem," Vince said.

After the call ended, he walked a few blocks back to his apartment. There was something odd about this other gang they were dealing with. The Vice Kings and Los Carnales seemed better organized and dealing in some shady stuff, while the Rollerz seemed like they weren't the real deal. What was their specialty? Vince heard that Lin tuned the car herself, which made her a gearhead, something that he found intriguing. These guys seemed like rich people who dealt in street-racing, which explained those cars on the truck. With Lin having designed her Voxel, Vince thought about his interest in American Muscle. He would like to race her one day, to see if muscle beats import.

Vince got back to his apartment. It was time for him to rest. There was more to be done the following day.

Author's note: That's it for this one. Like I said before, I am mixing up the missions. I am not doing them in any particular order, just that Vince (the Playa/Boss) can focus on one thing and then on another. I also try to follow logic in the amount of time certain things can be done, just like how I am doing in my story of SR3.

Next up, a famous singer comes into town. Stay tuned.