The Vercetti Chronicles - Vol. 1, Issue 3
Tommy speeds down a street in downtown Vice City. He passes a young man on a PCJ leanover motorcycle. Tommy's temped to bump him, but he doesn't as there's a cop on the other side of the road. It's always puzzled Tommy. You can break as many traffic laws in Vice City as you want but the minute you pop some stupid motherfucker who scratched your car, you got three squad cars on your ass. Oh well, I guess the crime scene in Vice is so big, the cops don't have time to worry about traffic law violators.
Tommy turns into a street leading into Little Haiti. He makes sure he has his Colt Python pistol at the ready. He hauls up to another yellow building. This time it's Kaufman Cabs, a taxi company that Tommy owns. He walks in, waves to the middle-aged woman running the radio system, Dolores, and collects about $5000 in profit from a safe. Tommy counts it to make sure it's all there and starts over to his Sabre Turbo again to run a few more errands, when Dolores screams out to him.
"Tommy, Tommy! Some Haitians got one of our drivers held up by the Junkyard! He needs your help!"
"Ah, shit. Fucking Haitian scum. I'm on my way!"
Tommy jumps into his car and turns the key. The engine roars to life. Tommy peels out of the garage and down the street. He makes a sharp right turn and goes up another side street. At the end, about 10 Haitians have a middle-aged man in a hawaiian shirt backed up against a wall. Some of them have bats, others have handguns. The tires on his cab are all popped and his front windshield has been bashed in. Tommy speeds toward them and hauls on the handbrake, stopping just inches from one of them. He gets out of the car and immediately fires 2 shots in the air. They all scatter away, some behind the taxi others behind buildings. Tommy runs over and stands in front of the taxi driver, who Tommy can now see has a busted lip.
"Wanna pick on a defenseless man?! Huh?!?"
Tommy is now enraged. The Haitians have tried this before, taking one of his employees hostage in order to try and get Tommy. Tommy sees one poke his head out from behind the taxi and immediately fires. The guys head snaps back, the top portion gone in a spray of blood and entrails. Two more start running at Tommy, both firing and screaming. Tommy and the cabbie both duck, until Tommy hears the "click click click" of empty clips. He springs into action, shooting one in the chest and the other in the kneecap. He ducks down again.
"What's your name?"
"Ted...shit, that no good fucker hit me in the face with the butt of his gun."
"OK, Ted, climb in my car and get down. Don't get up until I get in the car again."
Ted nods and climbs into the car, Tommy in front of him firing away. When the man was safely in Tommy's car, Tommy heads into the junkyard, where many of the Haitians went. He walks slowly, his eyes darting everywhere. He can still hear the man he shot in the kneecap screaming. He looks up ahead and sees the top of a white hat behind some stairs. He raises his gun, aims, and fires. A cloud of blood erupts from the man's head as the bullet passes through his white cap. Tommy reloads his gun, his back pressed to a piece of large green steel. Suddenly, a bat flies down and hits the metal about three inches from Tommy's head. He rolls on the ground as a Haitian with a bat jumps down from the top of the green structure. Both men are on their feet, facing each other. The Haitian lunges forward and misses. Tommy spins around and shoots him twice in the back. Now, there are only 5 Haitians left. He heads deeper into the Junkyard.
As Tommy walks, he hears something to his left. He runs behind a garbage truck and peeks out. He doesn't see anything, but he can't take any chances. He walks quietly over there. Suddenly, he hears a swoosh as a bat hits him square in the middle of his back. He falls to the ground as the Haitian towers over him.
"You'll be a dead un soon enough, ya ear!"
The Haitian raises the bat high over his head and brings it down, but Tommy rolls out of the way. He gets up on his knees and fires twice, hitting the guy in each shoulder. He falls to the ground, moaning in agony. Tommy crawls over to him, clutching his back, puts the gun at the mans throat. The Haitian's eyes grow wide as Tommy pulls the trigger. Blood goes everywhere as the bullet passes thru the man's throat and into the ground behind him. Tommy stands up slowly, mud and blood staining his blue shirt. He goes over to a large crane and ducks behind it. He sees the remaining 4 Haitians standing inside, arguing about what to do. Tommy rests his gun on the base of the crane and aims at one of them, the last one left with a gun. He locks the man in his sights and fires. He hits the guy square in the back. He's sent forward into another one of his comrades. The two standing look around scared, and draw their bats in front of them. Knowing that the can't do any more damage at long range, Tommy comes out from behind the crane and walks towards them. One of them starts to run towards him but Tommy catches him with 3 shots to the chest. He falls down dead. The other one also runs, bat in the air, screaming, towards Tommy. Tommy waits until he gets closer and shoots him right in the shoulder. A cloud of blood, muscle tissue and bone go everywhere as the man is blown back, his shoulder blown to shit. Tommy walks over and puts a bullet right in his heart. He walks over to the guy thats stuck under his dead Haitian buddy.
"Now, Mr. Haitian #10. What am I gonna do with you? All your buddies are gone to the fuckin' spirit in the sky so I'm runnin' out of ways to kill people originally. So what I'm thinkin', is that I take you out to the docks and feed you to the fuckin' sharks. But then, no. I got a better idea. I'm gonna take you back to the garage and let the fine men of Kaufman Cabs beat the shit out of you."
The man's mouth hangs open as Tommy picks him and leads him, with his gun in his back, to the car. Tommy opens the trunk, takes the guns out and puts the Haitian in. He grabs the guns and gets in the front of the car.
"Did you get all those pricks?"
"Yeah, Ted. They're all dead."
"Good."
The two men, along with the scum in the trunk, drive off to Kaufman Cabs as an ambulance and a police cruiser pull in the street, sirens wailing. When they pull up to Kaufman Cabs, a few of the drivers are there. Ted gets out and is helped over to a chair to sit and have a smoke. Tommy grabs the Haitian out of the back, gets some rope and ties him to a steel support beam. He drives off as the cabbies all circle around him, like sharks, going in for the kill. Tommy smiles as he pulls out of Little Haiti, onto his next chore.