Ken Rosenburg sat in awe for a second. Then he flipped off the television
and rushed up the staircase to Tommy Vercetti's office. The door burst open
and Tommy looked up at him sharply, a pistol in his hand. Seeing that it
was nothing more than Ken, he placed the firearm back on the desk, a patent
look of irritation on his face.
"Goddamn it, Ken. How the fuck do you expect me to get this shit done when- "
"Tommy...Tommy...he's dead Tommy!" Ken stammered his eyes thick with anxiety.
"Who's dead?" Tommy demanded his face now quizzical.
Ken was silent for a moment as he stared at the floor, not wanting to upset Tommy anymore. However, he knew that he had to blurt it out now. He looked up, careful not to make eye contact, he stammered, "Y...your...brother."
"What?" Tommy asked, "Ken, whatever the hell you're on, I think it's fucking with your mind."
"It's all over the news," he insisted flipping on the television in the room. An oriental lady popped up on the screen.
'Vincent Vercetti found deceased from multiple bullet wounds to the chest in his apartment yesterday. The execution of this highly dangerous man is given tribute to New York detective Max Payne'. The T.V. showed a man in a black leather overcoat giving a speech behind a podium. The man had his hair cut short and his face was rough. Another man, sporting a fresh black suit, placed a medal around the guy's neck.
Tommy flipped off the T.V., but stared at it for a few more moments. Ken attempted to conjecture what he was thinking but was unsuccessful. Tommy's face was expressionless. Then without warning he stood up, his next actions totally oblivious to Ken. He walked swiftly out of the office, however his eyes seemed uncertain. Ken followed hastily, knowing in the back of his mind that something terribly wrong was about to happen.
A/N: Please don't hate, I am clearly aware that this chapter is short. But I felt it was necessary to the story. The next chapter will be much longer, I promise. So hang with me. Thanks.
"Goddamn it, Ken. How the fuck do you expect me to get this shit done when- "
"Tommy...Tommy...he's dead Tommy!" Ken stammered his eyes thick with anxiety.
"Who's dead?" Tommy demanded his face now quizzical.
Ken was silent for a moment as he stared at the floor, not wanting to upset Tommy anymore. However, he knew that he had to blurt it out now. He looked up, careful not to make eye contact, he stammered, "Y...your...brother."
"What?" Tommy asked, "Ken, whatever the hell you're on, I think it's fucking with your mind."
"It's all over the news," he insisted flipping on the television in the room. An oriental lady popped up on the screen.
'Vincent Vercetti found deceased from multiple bullet wounds to the chest in his apartment yesterday. The execution of this highly dangerous man is given tribute to New York detective Max Payne'. The T.V. showed a man in a black leather overcoat giving a speech behind a podium. The man had his hair cut short and his face was rough. Another man, sporting a fresh black suit, placed a medal around the guy's neck.
Tommy flipped off the T.V., but stared at it for a few more moments. Ken attempted to conjecture what he was thinking but was unsuccessful. Tommy's face was expressionless. Then without warning he stood up, his next actions totally oblivious to Ken. He walked swiftly out of the office, however his eyes seemed uncertain. Ken followed hastily, knowing in the back of his mind that something terribly wrong was about to happen.
A/N: Please don't hate, I am clearly aware that this chapter is short. But I felt it was necessary to the story. The next chapter will be much longer, I promise. So hang with me. Thanks.