The Land of Vice
A/n: You know the drill, so why should I put a disclaimer on it? I don't own grand theft auto, that's for sure. Rockstar does, And we all know I ain't makin' jack shit off this story. This whole disclaimer thing is really getting repetitive. Anyway on with the show.
The land of Vice Chapter 6: 10,000 bullets
Holy Shit! I said amazed. You own the docks too?
"Hell yeah kid." Said Tommy slamming the door to the Cheetah shut. "Taxi fares go a long way in this town."
We were standing outside of Vice port. I remembered seeing photos of this place in a geography book, back then it looked rutty and run down. But with sufficient contributions from Tommy's crew, damn the place looked brand new. I was impressed.
"So." I said, trying to stir up some conversation. "How much revenue does this pool in?"
"Oh about, 10 g's." Tommy said without looking at me as he started up the driveway. I was amazed.
"10 grand!? How the hell does this place rake in that kind of dough? Do you like rip off credit cards?" I asked amazed even more.
" Ah, tourists like boats and charter fishing." Tommy said scratching the back of his head. "Plus, I get a lot of "Underground Buisiness", heh if you know what I mean."
" Interesting." I said. I knew Vice city was famous for some of the best Cuban hash in america, but I had no clue the Vercetti family had a Hand in it.
We had came to the other end of the buiding now. The large steel door frame opened up into a boat hanger type building. Boats hung dry-docked and in disassembeled pieces, or being worked on. A few of Vercetti's men mulled around in their blue and white shirts, muttering about some chick they dated once. I looked admiringly at the Sqaullo and the Cuban built stunt boat sitting next to the concrete jetty's.
"Hey, Suit dude!"
I turned around to see two guys jump down from a hanging reefer, I should have noticed the cloud of smoke forming around the top of it. Tommy waked up to the guys.
" How's it goin' Travis, Sam?" He asked both of the guys.
"Ah its fine, Were too far out of mid-city region to get riff-raff from a gang." The boy wearing a Rockstar T-shirt said.
"Ah, so when you kids gonna get a real job instead of hanging around my yards all the time." Tommy asked.
" Naw, shiznit don't interest us." Said the guy in a blue tanktop. Tommy just shook his head.
"Right whatever, listen I need my rent do you have it?"
" Sure thing suitdude." Said the kid in the Rockstar T-shirt. He climbed up dissappearing into the top of the reefer and returned a second later holding an aluminum briefcase. Just then an odd waning sound came from the sea. A gunshot echoed off the walls of the concrete jetty. Travis fell down dead, a blank stare on his face. The briefcase slid down the sloped jetty. I dived for it but it fell in the water.. I looked up to see 2 Yardies and two Haitians in a Reefer with a net trying to scoop up the briefcase. Another person appeared on the deck holding a smoking Kahr 9.
"BITCH!" Sam yelled at Maria as he pulled a Semi-automatic Remington rifle from the Hanging Reefer. I ducked behind a drydocked speeder as two Haitians jumped off the boat onto the Jetty. Sam fired 2 shots, one hitting the concrete wall on the jetty and the other hitting the lead Haitian straight in the neck. The other living Haitian raised a Tec-9 and pulled the trigger. A spray of what felt like 10,000 bullets spewed out. Tommy hit the deck and scampered behind a few empty barrels. The other shots hit the hull of the hanging reefer, getting Sam right in the stomach.
Tommy's protection squad started firing at the Yardie's reefer as the Yardie's got the briefcase onto the boat. The Haitian ran back down the Jetty attempting to jump back on the reefer. I rolled out from behind the Speeder's empty hull shooting the Fleeing Haitian in the back with my Glock 18. The Haitian lurched forward missing the deck of the Jetty by an inch and fell in the water dead. I ejected the clip of my gun and reinserted a fresh one. Maria started shouting orders at the Yardies trying to control the reefer in the rough waters. I pulled my Berretta from my belt and started firing Akimbo at the Reefer. None of shots hit their targets, they just cut through the boat's small windows shattering them. One hit the hull luckily though, but the hole was too small to sink the boat right away.
I ducked behind the barrels with Tommy as a Yardie and Maria fired at us as the other Yardie tried to start the engine. I looked past the Jetty's fence to see the protection squad had been cut down to one guy firing an Uzi at the Reefer. I shook my head as Tommy pulled out a second colt Python Matching the once he had shown me in the Cheetah this morning. I winced as a bullet cut through the barrel right next to my head. Their aim was increasing Tommy spoke to me.
"When they reload fire." He said cocking both his revolvers. I nodded reinserting fresh clips into both my guns. A second later we heard it, clips falling from their breeches, new one's being inserted in.
"NOW!" Tommy yelled jumping out from behind the barrels. I nodded and did the same as well. Tommy and fired 3 shots form both our guns, they again hit the hull of the boat, one shot of his hit the Yardie in the thigh. I Maria ducked behind the housing, one of my 9's barely missing her head. Just then we both heard it. The Yardie had the engine started. I fired the rest of the magazines in both of my guns, but it was to no victory. They had sped away. I reinserted fresh magazines into my guns, feeling defeated. Just then Tommy rushed past me. He ran down the Jetty's ramp and jumped into the Sqaullo. I followed suit. Perhaps he had a plan?
Tommy started the boat's engine, and it roared to life. We sped out of the Jetty and down the way the Reefer had escaped. We had caught up to the Reefer just as we passed the second large cargo ship along the west side of the island. Maria took notice of us as she was trying to help stop the Yardie's bleeding. She raised her Kahr 9 firing 3 shots at u. Tommy ducked as the windsheild shattered. He yelled at me over his shoulder and the roaring waves surrounding us. We were approahing the airport by now.
" RIFLE.UNDER SEAT!" Was all I could make out but I understood. I turned around and tore the back seat up. Under it was another .22 similar to the one Sam was using. I picked it up and cocked it. I then took aim and fired.
My shot didn't hit its target, which was the engine, instead thanks to a wave hitting us it hit the Wheel's steering cord. The steering wheel flew wildly out of the Yardie's hands. I saw Maria curse as she tried to get control of the wheel yet it was in fate's hands. They hit the hull of a capsized tropical and went flying. It crashed landed, its hull's fiberglass splintering. We also hit the hull and went flying. We stopped in the middle of the street in front of the airport after clipping a light pole. The reefer Maria was in slid to a stop in the middle of a small field next to a ridiculously large billboard advertising VC surfing. I pulled my self, my weapons and Tommy from the Sqaullo's wreckage as Maria ganked a red Walton.
"STOP THAT TRUCK!" Tommy yeleld as he raised both his revolvers. He emptied the cylinders, the shots hitting the truck bed and shattering the back window. The Walton just sped away. "Dammit." Tommy said kicking the broken hull of the Sqaullo. People had started to gather around and watch us. A yellow cab with Kauffman Cab Co. printed on it's sides rolled up to us. The dirver looked at us out the passenger side window.
"Mister V are you okay?" He asked in a thick Cuban accent.
"No I'm not." He said yanking the passenger door open. "Some crazy bitch stole my money." He said as I got in the back. He slammed his door shut. The Cabbie looked like he had an idea.
"Why not call the dispatcher to put a call out to the other cabs to keep a look out for her getaway vehicle?" He suggested helpfully. Tommy brightened up.
"Pedro you're a fuckin' genius I swear." Tommy responded. " He picked up the Cab's CB transponder and spoke into it.
"Car 10 to dispatch breaker, over." Tommy said. A few seconds later the reciever crackled in response.
"Dispatch to Car 10." Came a voice over the Reciever. "Pedro you lazy bastard get out there and bust up some VC cabs or"
"Mrs. K it's me, Tommy." Tommy responded used to that type of treatment. "I need you to put a call out to the other calls."
"Ok." She responded. I head a few buttons click over the intercom as we sped down the road. "go ahead Tommy."
"Calling all cars, I repeat Calling all cars." Tommy spoke into the transponder. " Be on look out for Caucasian Female, 20ish, black hair and Tanned skin. Driving a '86 red Walton pickup truck missing the back windshield. If found bring suspect to Vercetti estate for a reward." Tommy then clicked off the Transponder.
"Aren't you worried about putting your driver's in harm's way?" I asked him.
"Kid, I didn't have any gripes with your Ex when she broke into my house. But when you steal my money your ass is grass." He reloaded his revolvers. "Sides that my Cabbie's are armed."
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I over looked the Greasy chopper across the street from the window of my Hermes. The place was seedy, drug deals and bar fights went down all the time, plus it was home of the infamous Mitch's Devils biker gang. I pulled my gat from my coat and checked the magazine from old habits. I then placed the gun in the glove box and got out of the Car.
I crossed the street hurridley in the green tinted rain and up to the bar's steel door. I pulled it open and let myself into the Tobacco smoke filled atmosphere atmosphere. The place gave me an un-welcoming stare as I walked up to the bar. The bartender, a seedy looking man with oily hair was wiping a spotted shot glass with a dirty rag. I motioned for his attention.
"I'd like to see Maria." I said to him.
He nodded and led me through a steel door down a brick hallway, past another steel door. He led me to a chair at a table in the middle of the room. I took my seat and he left. A second later a light above the table clicked on and I could see an outline of a person. I could tell it was female due to the dangerous curves.
"You must be the Hitman I presume?" She asked me in a Newyork style accent. I nodded my head. She slid a Manilla envelope across the table to me. I picked it up and opened it. In side were pictures of various people and their files. The pictures were of A man hanging out the driver's window of a Kuruma firing a .45 at a Diablo gang car, a black Man in a white suit standing next to a Maverick Helicopter, a young Cuban women starring in a porno called Buisiness before pleasure, a man in a blue Hawaiin shirt firing an MP5 at a Ammunatio firing range. Another black man crafting a car bomb in a grungy garage, a red haired ladies man clubbin' at the Malibu, an large cuban man eating in a resturaunt, an elderly man using a printing press in a large warehouse, a Cuban man sipping champagne on a large yacht, a Man with brown curly hair sititng at his desk filing court paperwork and a cowboy hat sporting buisiness man posing nifront of a alrge construction site finished the large pile of photos. I looked at the person.
"The Vercetti's and their connections in Vice city." She responded to me. "You don't have to kill all of them just these two." She said circling the two guy's firing weapons in red. "The others you can kill for a bonus but they can be useful for tracking down Tommy Vercetti and his Nephew Michael." He tossed me a cellphone and I caught it. "use that to keep in contact with us for hardware and to tell us who've oyu gotten rid of." She said. I nodded, got up and left the bar.
A/n: You know the drill, so why should I put a disclaimer on it? I don't own grand theft auto, that's for sure. Rockstar does, And we all know I ain't makin' jack shit off this story. This whole disclaimer thing is really getting repetitive. Anyway on with the show.
The land of Vice Chapter 6: 10,000 bullets
Holy Shit! I said amazed. You own the docks too?
"Hell yeah kid." Said Tommy slamming the door to the Cheetah shut. "Taxi fares go a long way in this town."
We were standing outside of Vice port. I remembered seeing photos of this place in a geography book, back then it looked rutty and run down. But with sufficient contributions from Tommy's crew, damn the place looked brand new. I was impressed.
"So." I said, trying to stir up some conversation. "How much revenue does this pool in?"
"Oh about, 10 g's." Tommy said without looking at me as he started up the driveway. I was amazed.
"10 grand!? How the hell does this place rake in that kind of dough? Do you like rip off credit cards?" I asked amazed even more.
" Ah, tourists like boats and charter fishing." Tommy said scratching the back of his head. "Plus, I get a lot of "Underground Buisiness", heh if you know what I mean."
" Interesting." I said. I knew Vice city was famous for some of the best Cuban hash in america, but I had no clue the Vercetti family had a Hand in it.
We had came to the other end of the buiding now. The large steel door frame opened up into a boat hanger type building. Boats hung dry-docked and in disassembeled pieces, or being worked on. A few of Vercetti's men mulled around in their blue and white shirts, muttering about some chick they dated once. I looked admiringly at the Sqaullo and the Cuban built stunt boat sitting next to the concrete jetty's.
"Hey, Suit dude!"
I turned around to see two guys jump down from a hanging reefer, I should have noticed the cloud of smoke forming around the top of it. Tommy waked up to the guys.
" How's it goin' Travis, Sam?" He asked both of the guys.
"Ah its fine, Were too far out of mid-city region to get riff-raff from a gang." The boy wearing a Rockstar T-shirt said.
"Ah, so when you kids gonna get a real job instead of hanging around my yards all the time." Tommy asked.
" Naw, shiznit don't interest us." Said the guy in a blue tanktop. Tommy just shook his head.
"Right whatever, listen I need my rent do you have it?"
" Sure thing suitdude." Said the kid in the Rockstar T-shirt. He climbed up dissappearing into the top of the reefer and returned a second later holding an aluminum briefcase. Just then an odd waning sound came from the sea. A gunshot echoed off the walls of the concrete jetty. Travis fell down dead, a blank stare on his face. The briefcase slid down the sloped jetty. I dived for it but it fell in the water.. I looked up to see 2 Yardies and two Haitians in a Reefer with a net trying to scoop up the briefcase. Another person appeared on the deck holding a smoking Kahr 9.
"BITCH!" Sam yelled at Maria as he pulled a Semi-automatic Remington rifle from the Hanging Reefer. I ducked behind a drydocked speeder as two Haitians jumped off the boat onto the Jetty. Sam fired 2 shots, one hitting the concrete wall on the jetty and the other hitting the lead Haitian straight in the neck. The other living Haitian raised a Tec-9 and pulled the trigger. A spray of what felt like 10,000 bullets spewed out. Tommy hit the deck and scampered behind a few empty barrels. The other shots hit the hull of the hanging reefer, getting Sam right in the stomach.
Tommy's protection squad started firing at the Yardie's reefer as the Yardie's got the briefcase onto the boat. The Haitian ran back down the Jetty attempting to jump back on the reefer. I rolled out from behind the Speeder's empty hull shooting the Fleeing Haitian in the back with my Glock 18. The Haitian lurched forward missing the deck of the Jetty by an inch and fell in the water dead. I ejected the clip of my gun and reinserted a fresh one. Maria started shouting orders at the Yardies trying to control the reefer in the rough waters. I pulled my Berretta from my belt and started firing Akimbo at the Reefer. None of shots hit their targets, they just cut through the boat's small windows shattering them. One hit the hull luckily though, but the hole was too small to sink the boat right away.
I ducked behind the barrels with Tommy as a Yardie and Maria fired at us as the other Yardie tried to start the engine. I looked past the Jetty's fence to see the protection squad had been cut down to one guy firing an Uzi at the Reefer. I shook my head as Tommy pulled out a second colt Python Matching the once he had shown me in the Cheetah this morning. I winced as a bullet cut through the barrel right next to my head. Their aim was increasing Tommy spoke to me.
"When they reload fire." He said cocking both his revolvers. I nodded reinserting fresh clips into both my guns. A second later we heard it, clips falling from their breeches, new one's being inserted in.
"NOW!" Tommy yelled jumping out from behind the barrels. I nodded and did the same as well. Tommy and fired 3 shots form both our guns, they again hit the hull of the boat, one shot of his hit the Yardie in the thigh. I Maria ducked behind the housing, one of my 9's barely missing her head. Just then we both heard it. The Yardie had the engine started. I fired the rest of the magazines in both of my guns, but it was to no victory. They had sped away. I reinserted fresh magazines into my guns, feeling defeated. Just then Tommy rushed past me. He ran down the Jetty's ramp and jumped into the Sqaullo. I followed suit. Perhaps he had a plan?
Tommy started the boat's engine, and it roared to life. We sped out of the Jetty and down the way the Reefer had escaped. We had caught up to the Reefer just as we passed the second large cargo ship along the west side of the island. Maria took notice of us as she was trying to help stop the Yardie's bleeding. She raised her Kahr 9 firing 3 shots at u. Tommy ducked as the windsheild shattered. He yelled at me over his shoulder and the roaring waves surrounding us. We were approahing the airport by now.
" RIFLE.UNDER SEAT!" Was all I could make out but I understood. I turned around and tore the back seat up. Under it was another .22 similar to the one Sam was using. I picked it up and cocked it. I then took aim and fired.
My shot didn't hit its target, which was the engine, instead thanks to a wave hitting us it hit the Wheel's steering cord. The steering wheel flew wildly out of the Yardie's hands. I saw Maria curse as she tried to get control of the wheel yet it was in fate's hands. They hit the hull of a capsized tropical and went flying. It crashed landed, its hull's fiberglass splintering. We also hit the hull and went flying. We stopped in the middle of the street in front of the airport after clipping a light pole. The reefer Maria was in slid to a stop in the middle of a small field next to a ridiculously large billboard advertising VC surfing. I pulled my self, my weapons and Tommy from the Sqaullo's wreckage as Maria ganked a red Walton.
"STOP THAT TRUCK!" Tommy yeleld as he raised both his revolvers. He emptied the cylinders, the shots hitting the truck bed and shattering the back window. The Walton just sped away. "Dammit." Tommy said kicking the broken hull of the Sqaullo. People had started to gather around and watch us. A yellow cab with Kauffman Cab Co. printed on it's sides rolled up to us. The dirver looked at us out the passenger side window.
"Mister V are you okay?" He asked in a thick Cuban accent.
"No I'm not." He said yanking the passenger door open. "Some crazy bitch stole my money." He said as I got in the back. He slammed his door shut. The Cabbie looked like he had an idea.
"Why not call the dispatcher to put a call out to the other cabs to keep a look out for her getaway vehicle?" He suggested helpfully. Tommy brightened up.
"Pedro you're a fuckin' genius I swear." Tommy responded. " He picked up the Cab's CB transponder and spoke into it.
"Car 10 to dispatch breaker, over." Tommy said. A few seconds later the reciever crackled in response.
"Dispatch to Car 10." Came a voice over the Reciever. "Pedro you lazy bastard get out there and bust up some VC cabs or"
"Mrs. K it's me, Tommy." Tommy responded used to that type of treatment. "I need you to put a call out to the other calls."
"Ok." She responded. I head a few buttons click over the intercom as we sped down the road. "go ahead Tommy."
"Calling all cars, I repeat Calling all cars." Tommy spoke into the transponder. " Be on look out for Caucasian Female, 20ish, black hair and Tanned skin. Driving a '86 red Walton pickup truck missing the back windshield. If found bring suspect to Vercetti estate for a reward." Tommy then clicked off the Transponder.
"Aren't you worried about putting your driver's in harm's way?" I asked him.
"Kid, I didn't have any gripes with your Ex when she broke into my house. But when you steal my money your ass is grass." He reloaded his revolvers. "Sides that my Cabbie's are armed."
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I over looked the Greasy chopper across the street from the window of my Hermes. The place was seedy, drug deals and bar fights went down all the time, plus it was home of the infamous Mitch's Devils biker gang. I pulled my gat from my coat and checked the magazine from old habits. I then placed the gun in the glove box and got out of the Car.
I crossed the street hurridley in the green tinted rain and up to the bar's steel door. I pulled it open and let myself into the Tobacco smoke filled atmosphere atmosphere. The place gave me an un-welcoming stare as I walked up to the bar. The bartender, a seedy looking man with oily hair was wiping a spotted shot glass with a dirty rag. I motioned for his attention.
"I'd like to see Maria." I said to him.
He nodded and led me through a steel door down a brick hallway, past another steel door. He led me to a chair at a table in the middle of the room. I took my seat and he left. A second later a light above the table clicked on and I could see an outline of a person. I could tell it was female due to the dangerous curves.
"You must be the Hitman I presume?" She asked me in a Newyork style accent. I nodded my head. She slid a Manilla envelope across the table to me. I picked it up and opened it. In side were pictures of various people and their files. The pictures were of A man hanging out the driver's window of a Kuruma firing a .45 at a Diablo gang car, a black Man in a white suit standing next to a Maverick Helicopter, a young Cuban women starring in a porno called Buisiness before pleasure, a man in a blue Hawaiin shirt firing an MP5 at a Ammunatio firing range. Another black man crafting a car bomb in a grungy garage, a red haired ladies man clubbin' at the Malibu, an large cuban man eating in a resturaunt, an elderly man using a printing press in a large warehouse, a Cuban man sipping champagne on a large yacht, a Man with brown curly hair sititng at his desk filing court paperwork and a cowboy hat sporting buisiness man posing nifront of a alrge construction site finished the large pile of photos. I looked at the person.
"The Vercetti's and their connections in Vice city." She responded to me. "You don't have to kill all of them just these two." She said circling the two guy's firing weapons in red. "The others you can kill for a bonus but they can be useful for tracking down Tommy Vercetti and his Nephew Michael." He tossed me a cellphone and I caught it. "use that to keep in contact with us for hardware and to tell us who've oyu gotten rid of." She said. I nodded, got up and left the bar.