Chapter Two
Norman emerged from Tommy's room. After refusing to wear a Hawaiian shirt like Tommy, he agreed to wear something else Tommy liked. He was clothed in a white suit with the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearm. He wore a crimson red shirt underneath with the collars showing. It was unbuttoned far enough to show a little bit of his chest hair. Tommy stepped out of the room behind; he was wearing a pinstriped suit with a light pink shirt.
"See my friend." Tommy said gesturing to Norman, "Now you are dressed to impress and aren't burning up."
"Thank you," Norman said gracefully.
"Look, in order to make a name for yourself in this town, you're also going to need some sources."
They walked down the steps and saw that the dead bodies were still there. Stepping around them careful not to get any blood on their kicks, they headed for the door.
The breeze had cooled down since Norman had arrived. The sun had lowered tremendously, now shades of purple, orange, yellow, and red took its place. The moon was already beginning its rise in to the sky. Norman followed Tommy to his car; a white Infernus with a blue racing stripe up the middle and tinted blue windows. He unlocked the doors with a little device he had pulled from his pocket and Norman, who was very impressed with the car, got in.
The interior of the car was nice and expensive looking. The tan leather was smooth and warm under the constant heat of the sun. An air freshener dangled from the rearview mirror giving off a "new car" scent. Tommy entered the car moments later and they drove off.
"Nice car you got here. How much does this thing run you?"
"I wouldn't know," Tommy replied, a grin spreading across his face, "I stole it."
When they arrived at their destination and got out of the car, Norman looked at the name on the door and felt like he had a knot in his stomach.
"Is this the place?" he asked slowly.
"Yep." Tommy walked to the door and opened it, walking inside. Norman hesitated a bit, and then followed. The interior of the building was nice and bright. Shades of pink and yellow bounced off the walls really bringing the rooms to life. After walking up a single flight of stairs, Tommy and Norman came to a door that read: Ken Rosenburg Attorney of Law. Tommy opened the door without knocking and walked in. To the right was a comfortable looking couch; straight ahead was a desk with a man sitting behind it. He had his finger pushed against his left nostril and was sniffing some white powder off of the wooden desk. Norman knew all to well what the man was doing. He started as he saw them walk in. Norman immediately noticed the man's large, red, square glasses and orange hair. He stood up and dusted off his suit and walked around the desk to greet them.
"Tommy! I've been worried about you. It's been days and I hear no word. I didn't know what to think. I was about-"
"Shut up Ken. Just listen," Tommy interrupted, "I want you to meet a new colleague of mine." He turned sideways so the two men could face each other. "Ken, meet Joseph Norman. Norman, meet Ken Rosenburg." The two gentlemen shook hands. "Good. Now that we've got that out of the way, it's time to get down to business."
The three men sat down, Ken at his desk and Tommy and Norman in the two chairs in front of the desk.
"So, what business are we up to? Oh, hold on, I just remembered something." Ken reached into one of the desk's many drawers and pulled out a manila folder. Tommy opened it. A picture of a man was paper-clipped to some papers; Tommy held it up and looked at it.
"Ricardo Diaz," Ken said smiling, "He's the biggest fucking coke baron Vice City!" Ken added, wiping away a little drool at the thought of all that precious coke. Something flickered in Norman's eyes at the sound of "coke baron".
"What good does he do me?" Tommy asked.
Ken shrugged his shoulders. "He wouldn't to talk with you. Said he had some "jobs" for you."
Tommy thought of what to do, if he was going to go or not. But then he noticed something on the wall. Something small, something red. It was a little red dot, it was moving slowly across the wall and then it stopped on Ken's head.
"Duck!" Tommy yelled, instinctively taking cover.
"What?"
'SNIP'.
Norman watched Ken Rosenburg fall over in his seat and hit the floor with a soft 'thud'. Specks of blood had splattered across the wall. A perfectly round hole was in the window, which hadn't shattered. Norman looked out the window just in time to see someone running away, a sniper rifle in hand. He couldn't make out the person's figure, although he did catch a red circle on a white shirt.
"Shit!" Tommy yelled angrily, "This is definitely not good."
Author's Note: Sorry this is so short. I'll try to make up for it in the third chapter. I'm also sorry for not having too much action in this one, but don't worry, tons of action is right around the corner. Please review.
Norman emerged from Tommy's room. After refusing to wear a Hawaiian shirt like Tommy, he agreed to wear something else Tommy liked. He was clothed in a white suit with the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearm. He wore a crimson red shirt underneath with the collars showing. It was unbuttoned far enough to show a little bit of his chest hair. Tommy stepped out of the room behind; he was wearing a pinstriped suit with a light pink shirt.
"See my friend." Tommy said gesturing to Norman, "Now you are dressed to impress and aren't burning up."
"Thank you," Norman said gracefully.
"Look, in order to make a name for yourself in this town, you're also going to need some sources."
They walked down the steps and saw that the dead bodies were still there. Stepping around them careful not to get any blood on their kicks, they headed for the door.
The breeze had cooled down since Norman had arrived. The sun had lowered tremendously, now shades of purple, orange, yellow, and red took its place. The moon was already beginning its rise in to the sky. Norman followed Tommy to his car; a white Infernus with a blue racing stripe up the middle and tinted blue windows. He unlocked the doors with a little device he had pulled from his pocket and Norman, who was very impressed with the car, got in.
The interior of the car was nice and expensive looking. The tan leather was smooth and warm under the constant heat of the sun. An air freshener dangled from the rearview mirror giving off a "new car" scent. Tommy entered the car moments later and they drove off.
"Nice car you got here. How much does this thing run you?"
"I wouldn't know," Tommy replied, a grin spreading across his face, "I stole it."
When they arrived at their destination and got out of the car, Norman looked at the name on the door and felt like he had a knot in his stomach.
"Is this the place?" he asked slowly.
"Yep." Tommy walked to the door and opened it, walking inside. Norman hesitated a bit, and then followed. The interior of the building was nice and bright. Shades of pink and yellow bounced off the walls really bringing the rooms to life. After walking up a single flight of stairs, Tommy and Norman came to a door that read: Ken Rosenburg Attorney of Law. Tommy opened the door without knocking and walked in. To the right was a comfortable looking couch; straight ahead was a desk with a man sitting behind it. He had his finger pushed against his left nostril and was sniffing some white powder off of the wooden desk. Norman knew all to well what the man was doing. He started as he saw them walk in. Norman immediately noticed the man's large, red, square glasses and orange hair. He stood up and dusted off his suit and walked around the desk to greet them.
"Tommy! I've been worried about you. It's been days and I hear no word. I didn't know what to think. I was about-"
"Shut up Ken. Just listen," Tommy interrupted, "I want you to meet a new colleague of mine." He turned sideways so the two men could face each other. "Ken, meet Joseph Norman. Norman, meet Ken Rosenburg." The two gentlemen shook hands. "Good. Now that we've got that out of the way, it's time to get down to business."
The three men sat down, Ken at his desk and Tommy and Norman in the two chairs in front of the desk.
"So, what business are we up to? Oh, hold on, I just remembered something." Ken reached into one of the desk's many drawers and pulled out a manila folder. Tommy opened it. A picture of a man was paper-clipped to some papers; Tommy held it up and looked at it.
"Ricardo Diaz," Ken said smiling, "He's the biggest fucking coke baron Vice City!" Ken added, wiping away a little drool at the thought of all that precious coke. Something flickered in Norman's eyes at the sound of "coke baron".
"What good does he do me?" Tommy asked.
Ken shrugged his shoulders. "He wouldn't to talk with you. Said he had some "jobs" for you."
Tommy thought of what to do, if he was going to go or not. But then he noticed something on the wall. Something small, something red. It was a little red dot, it was moving slowly across the wall and then it stopped on Ken's head.
"Duck!" Tommy yelled, instinctively taking cover.
"What?"
'SNIP'.
Norman watched Ken Rosenburg fall over in his seat and hit the floor with a soft 'thud'. Specks of blood had splattered across the wall. A perfectly round hole was in the window, which hadn't shattered. Norman looked out the window just in time to see someone running away, a sniper rifle in hand. He couldn't make out the person's figure, although he did catch a red circle on a white shirt.
"Shit!" Tommy yelled angrily, "This is definitely not good."
Author's Note: Sorry this is so short. I'll try to make up for it in the third chapter. I'm also sorry for not having too much action in this one, but don't worry, tons of action is right around the corner. Please review.