Chapter Four

Tommy paced around in his cell while Vincent was getting medical treatment for his wounds. They had already been stripped and searched, and they knew who Tommy was. Vincent was able to get out with a fee, but Tommy had to stay in there for life.

A guard came up to Tommy's cell, pounding on it. "You have visitors."

He looked up as the guard unlocked the gate. He followed him out, trying to get used to the handcuffs. He thought that he would never get caught.

Lance waited outside for him. He had gotten his weapons passed the security, and only waited for Tom. When the guard left, he took out a key, unlocking his cuffs.

"You know I would never leave you in jail man." He took out an Uzi and handed it to Tommy. "Lets show them who we're made of."

"We can't leave Vincent here. You hold of the cops, I'll go find him." He went back down into the cells.

Vincent sat in with the medic in a far cell, wincing in pain. Not once had he ever crashed like this before. His arms, back, and chest were scrapped from the concrete. The medic put some Hydrogen Peroxide on some cloth, cleaning down his infected wounds.

Tommy came to the cell, stepping inside. Vincent wished he had not come in at this very moment. He could barely walk from the pain, and this was out of his limit.

The medic backed away. Tommy grabbed Vincent, helping him walk to the lobby. No cops had come by them. They were going good, so far. They got outside to the Infernus, and that's when the cops came out. They shot at them, and Lance stepped on it.

"Thanks, Lance." Tommy said, looking after Vince.

"I wish you guys could have let me stay. I needed to stay for a while longer. At least bring me to the hospital."
*** The door slowly opened to the guys' apartment in Hyman Condo. Maverick was tending Justin's wounds. They were not bad for a beating. Joey prepared food for them. Tony was too busy looking for the disc.

Chateau entered the apartment. She had followed them here, and she wanted more information about the Mafia, and of Vercetti. She saw Tony going through things. She snuck in, and went to one of the bedrooms. She hid in there until it was night.

Joey came into the living room, placing the plates of food on the coffee table. He went to go see Maverick and Justin in the bathroom, leaving Tony alone.

"How's it going?" He asked, standing near them.

Maverick looked up from wrapping cloth around a few layers of gauze on Justin's stomach. "It's not bad, for a beating. He could have gotten a worse beating."

"What happened anyway?"

Justin sighed. "After I landed and got out of the chopper, I sat on the hood of my Banshee. Some guys came up behind me, pushing me off onto the ground. They crowded around me, with weapons in their hands. They had asked me 'Where's the disc?' I didn't know what they were talking about, and they started beating me. Then she came, and released me from the beating. She tried convincing the men that I wasn't part of the Mafia. Everything got hazy after that."

"Disc? What disc?" Maverick helped Justin up, walking to the living room.

"I don't know. Whatever it is, it must be important."

"I found it!" Tony shouted as they entered the living room. He shut the drawer to the desk, holding a disc in his hand.

"Found what?" Joey asked, sitting down on the arm of the couch.

"The disc. The one I gave Tommy before we entered the choppers." He sat down in the chair, holding the disc close.

"What is the disc for?" Maverick asked.

Justin stared at Joey. He got suspicious.

"I.I can't tell you. Or at least not yet."

The three looked at each other. Maybe this was the disc that the Silvae wanted.

The four of them ate, quietly. None spoke. Finally, Joey and Maverick cleaned up. Justin went to bed. Tony, who barely ate, went to his room, still holding the disc close.

Justin shut the door behind him, and climbed into bed. His body ached. He did not have enough strength to close the curtains from the blinding streetlights. He could only lie there, breathing heavily. He closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

Chateau had heard everything. Tony had the disc all along. She smiled, and got up from her hiding place in a dark corner. She glanced at Justin, who lay asleep, so peacefully. How could he be part of the Mob? He stirred, opening his eyes. She crouched, but then stood back up again. She crawled on top of Justin, who didn't even notice he until she was on top of him.

"You! What are you doing here?" He hissed.

"I want the disc Tony has. You're his buddy, so go get it. I need that disc." She ran her finger down his throat.

He looked away. "What is the disc? Why is it so important to you?"

"If you get it, you will find out." She moved closer to him.

"I will not get it unless you tell me. Kill me if you must. I demand an answer."

She lay on top of him. "It is what Salvatore Leone wants. It has all the information I need to rule this city, along with Liberty. It contains government data that tells the truth about everything that has been covered up with lies."

She moved her head close to his, and breathed on his neck. He relaxed his head, resting it on the pillow. She moved to look into his eyes.

"It seems like I've known you forever." He whispered.

"You have." She kissed his neck, and moved up to his lips.
*** Maverick washed the dishes as Joey dried them and put them away. He glanced toward Justin and Tony's rooms, and sighed.

"I wonder what they are up to. Anthony has never said anything about that disc. I wonder what it could be?" He handed a plate to Joey.

"There has to be something good on that disc, or he wouldn't be hiding it on us. Do you think it has a virus on it or something? Something that would destroy the city?"

Mav shook his head. "I doubt it. We'll have to take it from him to see. We're almost brothers. Brothers should tell their brothers everything. They shouldn't keep things secret." He took another plate and started washing it.

"I agree. He did sound suspicious, especially after what Justin said. What could they be after that much?"

A faint scream could be heard coming from Justin's room. They figured it was his pain, and they ignored it. They were too focused on the disc.