PART 1

It was 9am in the morning, and the Malibu had just opened its doors. The bar was swiftly filling up with hookers, gang members, and drug addicts, some of them a combination of the three. Two large bouncers stood at either side of the door, giving everyone who came in a mean look. A white Infernus swerved around the bend, skidding to a halt right outside the club. Out stepped a tall man with black hair and tanned skin, wearing a blue shirt and baggy jeans. "Good evening Mr. Vercetti," the bouncers mumbled as the man walked through the door. Vercetti didn't even look at them. The bouncers frowned. They didn't like how this arrogant, stuck up would-be gangster had just marched in, thrown money on the table and demanded the place be sold to him. Their pay had been cut and their work doubled, but they knew that if they said a word about it, Vercetti would lose his temper. And when Tommy Vercetti lost his temper, bullets flew. As Vercetti's chauffeur drove off in his white Infernus, a man walked around the corner and through the Malibu's open doors. He walked up to the bar and took a stool. "Morning, Jim," he said to the bartender. Jim glanced up and smiled. "Morning Steve," he replied. "Coke?" "Please." Jim poured out some Coca Cola from the machine. "How's business?" Steve added. "Worse than ever," mumbled Jim as he put some ice in Steve's drink. "The boss is going insane. The tiniest little mistake, and he goes berserk. He screamed at a customer for dancing badly!" He passed Steve his Coke. Steve looked up, and noticed that, on the first floor lounge, Vercetti was staring over the bar, unblinking. It reminded Steve of something out of a gangster movie. "Why do you think he's so angry?" He asked Jim. Jim shrugged. "Dunno. Rumour is that someone betrayed him... or... something." He leaned forward and whispered to Jim words that were almost lost under the banging of the loud music. "You didn't here it from me, but I've heard that he's a gangster!"