CHAPTER 3: Cooking Up Troubles
Early in the morning a silent knocking woke Tommy up, Tommy was still in the bed hoping the person would quit knocking. Tommy got up really quickly and rushed over to the door, nobody was there, but he saw a note lying on the ground. The note was a yellow slip notifying Tommy that his Rancher has been towed away, and it can be picked up at any time at the Washington Beach Police Station. Tommy went back into his room, and he took a shower. After that he got dressed and went down to the lobby area, there was a news bulletin on the TV. "*All bridges between Eastern Miami and Western Miami due to Hurricane Mali, who has destroyed the Caribbean Islands as it passed through earlier this morning*" the news bulletin said as it scrolled across the bottom of the screen. Tommy grabbed a few donuts and a warm cup of coffee and sat down at a table with another young man in his 20's. "Pretty crazy stuff happens down here in the south" Tommy said, "I take it you are from the north" the man replied. "Yeah, but anyway, doesn't it seem a little weird for us to be having this beautiful warm and sunny weather when a category 4 hurricane is heading our way?" Tommy asked, "Well...yes it is a little weird" the man said as he dropped his fork and walked back up the stairs to the rooms. Tommy was a little confused on why the man just ran back upstairs, but instead Tommy just went back to eat his breakfast. After Tommy was done, he left his plate at the table and casually walked out of the door. When he got outside he noticed a squeaky clean Oceanie parked right outside of the hotel, it looked like it just came out of a car wash. Tommy took the hammer that he found on the dead workers body the other day, and started to hack away at the door handle. He tried to chop it at an angle, and eventually the door handle fell to the ground, but it was attached by a skinny but stiff piece of wire. Tommy opened the door and he pulled the string back in, he wrapped the string on the bar under the drivers seat. Tommy drove over to Rosenberg's office and parked his car along the sidewalk. He walked in while Rosenberg was sleeping on the waiting couch inside of his office, Tommy slammed the door to wake him up. "WHOA! Wow, that was some wakeup call there Tommy" Rosenberg said. "You have any work for me today?" Tommy asked. "Perfect timing! Its not really a job for me, just it might help you get your money back. There is this one guy, his name is Kent Paul, and he is almost always hanging out at the Malibu Club. This guy may have connections with one of the guys that stole your money." Rosenberg explained to Tommy. Before Rosenberg got to finish his story, Tommy was already out of the door getting inside of his car. Tommy darted off towards the Malibu as fast as he could, unfortunately his Oceanie couldn't reach too high of speeds.
Tommy drove past the Malibu and parked his car in the back parking lot. Tommy walked in and right when he went inside two guards did a quick frisk search for weapons. Nothing was found on Tommy so he decided to ask one of the security guards where he could find Kent Paul. The guard pointed over to a really young guy sitting on a bar stool talking to a woman, Tommy started to watch from a distance. Apparently Kent Paul offered her something, and the woman slapped Kent in the face and walked away. Tommy edged over to Kent and asked about the drug money right from the start. "Hold on! I take it that you are Mr. Tommy Vercetti, correct-o?" Kent asked in his crazy Australian accent. Tommy replied with a simple "Yeah, now where the hell is the money?". "You know, allow me to introduce myself...My name is Kent Paul, and I ..." Kent started to explain as Tommy pinned him against the wall, holding Kent's arm behind his back, threatening to break it if he doesn't speak the truth. "Okay! Okay! There is this guy named Leo, he is a chef in a restaurant not too far from here. I believe he was one of the men who stole your money." Kent replied while Tommy was putting more pressure on his arm. Once Tommy got the news he stormed outside of the club and went back to his car, he started heading south to the directions that Kent had given him.
Tommy drove right past the restaurant. He went around to the other side of the block, he parked his car in a beach parking lot close to the restaurant. Tommy walked up to the back of the restaurant, he saw a chef talking on a cell phone in the alley next to the restaurant. He crept up behind the chef, "Hey Leo!" Tommy called out. The chef turned around and Tommy threw a powerful hook into his jaw. The chef dropped straight to the ground, he had blood slowly dripping out of his mouth and nose. Tommy kneeled down and continued to wail at the chef's face. The chef was yelling while Tommy was hitting him, but after a little bit, the chef stopped breathing. Blood was smeared all over Tommy's shirt and fists. Tommy picked up the phone the chef was talking on and he put it in his pocket. "HEY YOU!" someone called out from behind Tommy. Tommy turned around and he saw three more people who worked at the restaurant, one of them was armed with a gun and the others had really sharp knives that were taken from the kitchen. "TOMMY!" a voice from behind called out, Tommy turned around and saw a young dark skinned guy, the strange man pulled out a gun and started to shoot at the restaurant employees that were running towards Tommy. "TOMMY! LETS GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE" the strange man yelled, Tommy didn't have another choice, he followed the man out of the alley. The man got in the drivers seat of a pearl white Infernus and he opened the passenger seat and yelled out to Tommy "GET IN!". Tommy dived into the passenger seat, and the man immediately drove off. "So, you wanna tell me who you are?" Tommy asked in a grizzly tone. "The name is Lance, somebody told me about you and I decided to follow you around this morning. That's what led us up to here" the man explained to Tommy. Along the way back, Lance explained a few things to Tommy. Tommy felt a little suspicious about Lance, he seemed a little too friendly as if he was up to something. Lance pulled up to the hotel Tommy was staying in and he let him out. "I'll catch you later Tommy" Lance said as he closed the door and drove his Infernus away down the street. Tommy was just about to walk in the door of the hotel as the phone he took from the chef started to ring. "Hey, Leo" said the man on the phone. "Who is this" Tommy replied. "Hey-Uh-Leo? You sound a little different, you got a cold or something?" the man asked. "This isn't Leo, he is going to be out for a little while. But who is this speaking" Tommy asked back. "Hey screw you man" the man on the phone replied, and he hung up the phone right afterwards. Tommy went up to his hotel room and called Kent up. "So you mind telling me where is the guy with the connections to my money?" Tommy asked. "Leo, I told you" Kent Paul replied. "DON'T PLAY SMART WITH ME! WHO HAS THE MONEY?" Tommy yelled into the phone. "Look, I'm sorry Tommy, but I just heard this on the streets. Some chef became rich because he stole drug money in an attack against a northerner" Kent replied. "Well how about you don't give me shit that's not true anymore? Its not like I need any more people crawling up my ass making problems" Tommy explained to Kent then he hung up.
NOTE: Hope you guys like how its coming along. I am hoping that this story lasts me awhile, so don't be surprised if I don't recreate some missions until much later. Also, PLEASE REVIEW IT! =D
Early in the morning a silent knocking woke Tommy up, Tommy was still in the bed hoping the person would quit knocking. Tommy got up really quickly and rushed over to the door, nobody was there, but he saw a note lying on the ground. The note was a yellow slip notifying Tommy that his Rancher has been towed away, and it can be picked up at any time at the Washington Beach Police Station. Tommy went back into his room, and he took a shower. After that he got dressed and went down to the lobby area, there was a news bulletin on the TV. "*All bridges between Eastern Miami and Western Miami due to Hurricane Mali, who has destroyed the Caribbean Islands as it passed through earlier this morning*" the news bulletin said as it scrolled across the bottom of the screen. Tommy grabbed a few donuts and a warm cup of coffee and sat down at a table with another young man in his 20's. "Pretty crazy stuff happens down here in the south" Tommy said, "I take it you are from the north" the man replied. "Yeah, but anyway, doesn't it seem a little weird for us to be having this beautiful warm and sunny weather when a category 4 hurricane is heading our way?" Tommy asked, "Well...yes it is a little weird" the man said as he dropped his fork and walked back up the stairs to the rooms. Tommy was a little confused on why the man just ran back upstairs, but instead Tommy just went back to eat his breakfast. After Tommy was done, he left his plate at the table and casually walked out of the door. When he got outside he noticed a squeaky clean Oceanie parked right outside of the hotel, it looked like it just came out of a car wash. Tommy took the hammer that he found on the dead workers body the other day, and started to hack away at the door handle. He tried to chop it at an angle, and eventually the door handle fell to the ground, but it was attached by a skinny but stiff piece of wire. Tommy opened the door and he pulled the string back in, he wrapped the string on the bar under the drivers seat. Tommy drove over to Rosenberg's office and parked his car along the sidewalk. He walked in while Rosenberg was sleeping on the waiting couch inside of his office, Tommy slammed the door to wake him up. "WHOA! Wow, that was some wakeup call there Tommy" Rosenberg said. "You have any work for me today?" Tommy asked. "Perfect timing! Its not really a job for me, just it might help you get your money back. There is this one guy, his name is Kent Paul, and he is almost always hanging out at the Malibu Club. This guy may have connections with one of the guys that stole your money." Rosenberg explained to Tommy. Before Rosenberg got to finish his story, Tommy was already out of the door getting inside of his car. Tommy darted off towards the Malibu as fast as he could, unfortunately his Oceanie couldn't reach too high of speeds.
Tommy drove past the Malibu and parked his car in the back parking lot. Tommy walked in and right when he went inside two guards did a quick frisk search for weapons. Nothing was found on Tommy so he decided to ask one of the security guards where he could find Kent Paul. The guard pointed over to a really young guy sitting on a bar stool talking to a woman, Tommy started to watch from a distance. Apparently Kent Paul offered her something, and the woman slapped Kent in the face and walked away. Tommy edged over to Kent and asked about the drug money right from the start. "Hold on! I take it that you are Mr. Tommy Vercetti, correct-o?" Kent asked in his crazy Australian accent. Tommy replied with a simple "Yeah, now where the hell is the money?". "You know, allow me to introduce myself...My name is Kent Paul, and I ..." Kent started to explain as Tommy pinned him against the wall, holding Kent's arm behind his back, threatening to break it if he doesn't speak the truth. "Okay! Okay! There is this guy named Leo, he is a chef in a restaurant not too far from here. I believe he was one of the men who stole your money." Kent replied while Tommy was putting more pressure on his arm. Once Tommy got the news he stormed outside of the club and went back to his car, he started heading south to the directions that Kent had given him.
Tommy drove right past the restaurant. He went around to the other side of the block, he parked his car in a beach parking lot close to the restaurant. Tommy walked up to the back of the restaurant, he saw a chef talking on a cell phone in the alley next to the restaurant. He crept up behind the chef, "Hey Leo!" Tommy called out. The chef turned around and Tommy threw a powerful hook into his jaw. The chef dropped straight to the ground, he had blood slowly dripping out of his mouth and nose. Tommy kneeled down and continued to wail at the chef's face. The chef was yelling while Tommy was hitting him, but after a little bit, the chef stopped breathing. Blood was smeared all over Tommy's shirt and fists. Tommy picked up the phone the chef was talking on and he put it in his pocket. "HEY YOU!" someone called out from behind Tommy. Tommy turned around and he saw three more people who worked at the restaurant, one of them was armed with a gun and the others had really sharp knives that were taken from the kitchen. "TOMMY!" a voice from behind called out, Tommy turned around and saw a young dark skinned guy, the strange man pulled out a gun and started to shoot at the restaurant employees that were running towards Tommy. "TOMMY! LETS GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE" the strange man yelled, Tommy didn't have another choice, he followed the man out of the alley. The man got in the drivers seat of a pearl white Infernus and he opened the passenger seat and yelled out to Tommy "GET IN!". Tommy dived into the passenger seat, and the man immediately drove off. "So, you wanna tell me who you are?" Tommy asked in a grizzly tone. "The name is Lance, somebody told me about you and I decided to follow you around this morning. That's what led us up to here" the man explained to Tommy. Along the way back, Lance explained a few things to Tommy. Tommy felt a little suspicious about Lance, he seemed a little too friendly as if he was up to something. Lance pulled up to the hotel Tommy was staying in and he let him out. "I'll catch you later Tommy" Lance said as he closed the door and drove his Infernus away down the street. Tommy was just about to walk in the door of the hotel as the phone he took from the chef started to ring. "Hey, Leo" said the man on the phone. "Who is this" Tommy replied. "Hey-Uh-Leo? You sound a little different, you got a cold or something?" the man asked. "This isn't Leo, he is going to be out for a little while. But who is this speaking" Tommy asked back. "Hey screw you man" the man on the phone replied, and he hung up the phone right afterwards. Tommy went up to his hotel room and called Kent up. "So you mind telling me where is the guy with the connections to my money?" Tommy asked. "Leo, I told you" Kent Paul replied. "DON'T PLAY SMART WITH ME! WHO HAS THE MONEY?" Tommy yelled into the phone. "Look, I'm sorry Tommy, but I just heard this on the streets. Some chef became rich because he stole drug money in an attack against a northerner" Kent replied. "Well how about you don't give me shit that's not true anymore? Its not like I need any more people crawling up my ass making problems" Tommy explained to Kent then he hung up.
NOTE: Hope you guys like how its coming along. I am hoping that this story lasts me awhile, so don't be surprised if I don't recreate some missions until much later. Also, PLEASE REVIEW IT! =D
