Chapter Two
Justin waited for Tommy and Vincent to arrive. The Silvae had also not arrived. He was alone at the dealership. He paced back and forth, getting impatient.
White, silver, and black vehicles drove into the dealership. Behind, a black PCJ drove in, and stopped in front of Justin.
The driver looked at him. "Where is the rest?" He asked.
"I don't know. They're late." He looked at his watch. They were supposed to be here ten minutes ago.
"Find them. I want them here. Now, before I get impatient." He got up, signaling other Silvae to come out.
Out of a black Stretch, several Silvae came out, and out came a woman. She looked disappointed. The woman walked up to the man, taking off her sunglasses. "Where are they?"
"They'll be here." He walked toward the Silvae vehicles, which were mostly Infernus, Stingers, and Cheetahs.
The woman looked up at Justin. "Don't tell me my men have to race you."
He glared at her, and walked inside the dealership. The woman followed him. "Why are you following me? I have to make a call to my boss."
"Go ahead. Don't mind me. You won't even know I'm here." She walked up the ramp to the second floor.
Justin watched her go, and picked up the phone, dialing Vincent's number. Nobody answered. He hung up, dialing Tommy's number. One of the Vercetti picked it up. "Where's Tommy? The Silvae are already here."
"He's on his way. He should be pulling in any second now."
"He better be," he hung up, walking upstairs to see what the Silvae was doing.
She sat along the railing, looking out the glass walls. "So?"
"They should be here." He walked up to her. He could not resist her beauty. Her gray eyes, her long, dark plum hair, her luscious lips.
"Is that them?" She regarded the white Stretch coming down.
"Finally." He went back downstairs, greeting Tommy as he got out. "About time. I wasn't going to race these guys alone."
Vincent pulled up in his red PCJ. Behind him came Tony in his yellow Cheetah, Maverick in his blue Comet, and Joey in his white Phoenix. Vincent seemed annoyed.
"We had a slight delay with the Haitians. They don't want to leave us alone. So, have you figured out a course yet?" He asked, walking down to the garages below. He opened the garage door to his Infernus, which he kept one nearly in every building he owned, and drove it back to the upper parking.
"I thought about racing to the North Point Mall. I already have checkpoints along the way."
"Good. Go, and call us when you get there."
"Have fun." He got in the Sparrow and lifted off the ground.
Justin waited for Tommy and Vincent to arrive. The Silvae had also not arrived. He was alone at the dealership. He paced back and forth, getting impatient.
White, silver, and black vehicles drove into the dealership. Behind, a black PCJ drove in, and stopped in front of Justin.
The driver looked at him. "Where is the rest?" He asked.
"I don't know. They're late." He looked at his watch. They were supposed to be here ten minutes ago.
"Find them. I want them here. Now, before I get impatient." He got up, signaling other Silvae to come out.
Out of a black Stretch, several Silvae came out, and out came a woman. She looked disappointed. The woman walked up to the man, taking off her sunglasses. "Where are they?"
"They'll be here." He walked toward the Silvae vehicles, which were mostly Infernus, Stingers, and Cheetahs.
The woman looked up at Justin. "Don't tell me my men have to race you."
He glared at her, and walked inside the dealership. The woman followed him. "Why are you following me? I have to make a call to my boss."
"Go ahead. Don't mind me. You won't even know I'm here." She walked up the ramp to the second floor.
Justin watched her go, and picked up the phone, dialing Vincent's number. Nobody answered. He hung up, dialing Tommy's number. One of the Vercetti picked it up. "Where's Tommy? The Silvae are already here."
"He's on his way. He should be pulling in any second now."
"He better be," he hung up, walking upstairs to see what the Silvae was doing.
She sat along the railing, looking out the glass walls. "So?"
"They should be here." He walked up to her. He could not resist her beauty. Her gray eyes, her long, dark plum hair, her luscious lips.
"Is that them?" She regarded the white Stretch coming down.
"Finally." He went back downstairs, greeting Tommy as he got out. "About time. I wasn't going to race these guys alone."
Vincent pulled up in his red PCJ. Behind him came Tony in his yellow Cheetah, Maverick in his blue Comet, and Joey in his white Phoenix. Vincent seemed annoyed.
"We had a slight delay with the Haitians. They don't want to leave us alone. So, have you figured out a course yet?" He asked, walking down to the garages below. He opened the garage door to his Infernus, which he kept one nearly in every building he owned, and drove it back to the upper parking.
"I thought about racing to the North Point Mall. I already have checkpoints along the way."
"Good. Go, and call us when you get there."
"Have fun." He got in the Sparrow and lifted off the ground.
