The Land Of Vice
A/n: Well it looks to be the final chapter of The land of Vice. So like they say, all good things must come to an end.( Audience boo's, one man states that I "Suck") now don't be so down trodden. Be sure to Expect a special bonus chapter to this story, what I like to call dvd features. And also all stories should have sequels right? Be sure to expect those VERY soon.
The Land Of Vice Chapter 14: The After Math
Since when I had come to Vice City shit HAS happened. I blew up half of it, shot up some of it and even got a little payback. I gained new allies, made some more enemies and lost a friends or two in the process.
I had originally came to Vice City to pursue a dream to own Liberty City. But now Liberty city is all in the past. I can't leave The Land of Vice now. My Uncle's empire is in shambles, Lance will need someone to help control it. I'm still looking for eightball. And plus I'm smart enough not to go back to Liberty, seeing as everyone wants my head on a silver platter. So I figured I'd go ahead, you know settle down south till things cool down a bit up north.
Vice City though wasn't very safe anymore either. The Mayor pretty much had put this burg under EXTREME Marshall law. Soldiers patrolled the streets, police conducted hourly raids on the seediest of all places. Yet they never touch the Vercetti estate. Why? They know how powerful Tommy Vercetti is. They know they have nothing on him, so they forgot all about little old me. Vice city quieted down a bit after 1989. But now half of it's connecting bridges broke in two. Looters rioted and looted all over town, even Prawn island. It was a warzone.
My uncle was still in coma, but they said he had a good chance of getting out of it. So Lance did what Rosenburg told him and took over the empire. He started to re-organize it and gather some followers, felt like a war was brewing. I never liked Rosenburg that much, he was a coke head and snorted more than Michelle Phifer did in Brian De Plama's " Scarface". He was usually found hanging around the mansion " Hopped Up" on crack and being chased by invisible fuzzy bunnies, also thinking he was Al Capone. I had to slap him across the face once for being a total ass wipe. He looked hurt.
" What the heck are you doing?" I asked him when I slapped him. " My Uncle, my own flesh and blood is in a coma and you think your top of the world! SNAP OUT OF IT YOU CRACKHEAD!"
Like a wounded rabbit he walked away sullenly with his head hung low. I shook my head and went back to watching TV.
It wasn't till 2 weeks after the Prawn Island war was that I realized I still had one of the guns Tommy gave me. I puled out the black case from my duffel bag full of clothes I brought from Liberty and snapped it open. The Silver Colt .45 shone up from me from the gray packing foam along with one magazine. I picked it up and tested the weight, pretty heavy unlike the Glock 18 and Berreta he also had bought me, but it had an upside. The grip was conformed to a hand for easier handling. I slammed the loaded clip in and pulled the slide back chambering a round. The gun had nice balance, with weights to reduce recoil. I Remembered what the Goth clerk in ammunation had said about this gun, when Tommy bought it for me. Used by Diaz, a Colombian drug lord in 1986 when he shot out his VCR. I had found that same VCR in a storage closet in the basement, a few well placed rounds still imbedded in the face along a copy of "Buisiness before Pleasure" Starring Mercedes Cortez jammed in the slot. The gun was used the same yeah by a corrupt Pastor who shot a Nudist, on a region wide radio debate show. I smirked and stuck the Gat into my belt.
I had never changed my pants when I arrived in Vice. My same old cargo pants were now slightly more beaten and burned. yet still good. I abandoned my Black button up shirt, seeing as it was torn to crap so I wore my under tank top around the house. My old bomber style jacket, riddled with a few bullet holes, still hung in the guest room closet among various Hawaiin t- shirts. It was too hot in Vice to wear.
I had never found out what happened to Wyant. I went to every hospital in Vice looking for him, never finding him. I figured he wasn't dead, they said there was no record of a Wyant admitted to the hospitals or the obiturarys. Perhaps he was under another name? It had baffled me why I saved his live, I guess it was some type of reaction.
One day Lance called me into Tommy's office. He sat behind the large desk, filing Asset revenues with Ken. A S&W 9mm lay next to his record books he was writing in. he notice me come in and looked up.
" So, Mike." He said. " How long are planning to stay in Vice?"
" Till Tommy comes out of his Coma." I said unsuringly. Lance nodded. " Well seeing as you a Vercetti, I deem it wise you help run the buisiness with me." he said reaching into the desk. He pulled out a cell phone, a new one mind you. A small compact silver one. I flipped it open and close.
" That contains the names, phone numbers and addresses of Clients, Buisinesses, and allies." He said looking down to his record books. " Now your gunna help us file these revnue changes."
I smiled and pulled up a chair. "Welcome to Vice city Fido." I said to myself. " Welcome to Vice City."
THE END
A/n: Well it looks to be the final chapter of The land of Vice. So like they say, all good things must come to an end.( Audience boo's, one man states that I "Suck") now don't be so down trodden. Be sure to Expect a special bonus chapter to this story, what I like to call dvd features. And also all stories should have sequels right? Be sure to expect those VERY soon.
The Land Of Vice Chapter 14: The After Math
Since when I had come to Vice City shit HAS happened. I blew up half of it, shot up some of it and even got a little payback. I gained new allies, made some more enemies and lost a friends or two in the process.
I had originally came to Vice City to pursue a dream to own Liberty City. But now Liberty city is all in the past. I can't leave The Land of Vice now. My Uncle's empire is in shambles, Lance will need someone to help control it. I'm still looking for eightball. And plus I'm smart enough not to go back to Liberty, seeing as everyone wants my head on a silver platter. So I figured I'd go ahead, you know settle down south till things cool down a bit up north.
Vice City though wasn't very safe anymore either. The Mayor pretty much had put this burg under EXTREME Marshall law. Soldiers patrolled the streets, police conducted hourly raids on the seediest of all places. Yet they never touch the Vercetti estate. Why? They know how powerful Tommy Vercetti is. They know they have nothing on him, so they forgot all about little old me. Vice city quieted down a bit after 1989. But now half of it's connecting bridges broke in two. Looters rioted and looted all over town, even Prawn island. It was a warzone.
My uncle was still in coma, but they said he had a good chance of getting out of it. So Lance did what Rosenburg told him and took over the empire. He started to re-organize it and gather some followers, felt like a war was brewing. I never liked Rosenburg that much, he was a coke head and snorted more than Michelle Phifer did in Brian De Plama's " Scarface". He was usually found hanging around the mansion " Hopped Up" on crack and being chased by invisible fuzzy bunnies, also thinking he was Al Capone. I had to slap him across the face once for being a total ass wipe. He looked hurt.
" What the heck are you doing?" I asked him when I slapped him. " My Uncle, my own flesh and blood is in a coma and you think your top of the world! SNAP OUT OF IT YOU CRACKHEAD!"
Like a wounded rabbit he walked away sullenly with his head hung low. I shook my head and went back to watching TV.
It wasn't till 2 weeks after the Prawn Island war was that I realized I still had one of the guns Tommy gave me. I puled out the black case from my duffel bag full of clothes I brought from Liberty and snapped it open. The Silver Colt .45 shone up from me from the gray packing foam along with one magazine. I picked it up and tested the weight, pretty heavy unlike the Glock 18 and Berreta he also had bought me, but it had an upside. The grip was conformed to a hand for easier handling. I slammed the loaded clip in and pulled the slide back chambering a round. The gun had nice balance, with weights to reduce recoil. I Remembered what the Goth clerk in ammunation had said about this gun, when Tommy bought it for me. Used by Diaz, a Colombian drug lord in 1986 when he shot out his VCR. I had found that same VCR in a storage closet in the basement, a few well placed rounds still imbedded in the face along a copy of "Buisiness before Pleasure" Starring Mercedes Cortez jammed in the slot. The gun was used the same yeah by a corrupt Pastor who shot a Nudist, on a region wide radio debate show. I smirked and stuck the Gat into my belt.
I had never changed my pants when I arrived in Vice. My same old cargo pants were now slightly more beaten and burned. yet still good. I abandoned my Black button up shirt, seeing as it was torn to crap so I wore my under tank top around the house. My old bomber style jacket, riddled with a few bullet holes, still hung in the guest room closet among various Hawaiin t- shirts. It was too hot in Vice to wear.
I had never found out what happened to Wyant. I went to every hospital in Vice looking for him, never finding him. I figured he wasn't dead, they said there was no record of a Wyant admitted to the hospitals or the obiturarys. Perhaps he was under another name? It had baffled me why I saved his live, I guess it was some type of reaction.
One day Lance called me into Tommy's office. He sat behind the large desk, filing Asset revenues with Ken. A S&W 9mm lay next to his record books he was writing in. he notice me come in and looked up.
" So, Mike." He said. " How long are planning to stay in Vice?"
" Till Tommy comes out of his Coma." I said unsuringly. Lance nodded. " Well seeing as you a Vercetti, I deem it wise you help run the buisiness with me." he said reaching into the desk. He pulled out a cell phone, a new one mind you. A small compact silver one. I flipped it open and close.
" That contains the names, phone numbers and addresses of Clients, Buisinesses, and allies." He said looking down to his record books. " Now your gunna help us file these revnue changes."
I smiled and pulled up a chair. "Welcome to Vice city Fido." I said to myself. " Welcome to Vice City."
THE END