"Call him. Call Sonny" he said dryly. Kat looked up slightly concerned, she was about to speak but Tommy interrupted her. "Do it!" he yelled angrily. Kat stood up quickly, too quickly. Her stomach throbbed painfully making her curse under her breath. "Call him. Tell Sonny that your alive and that you'll finish the job. Also tell him that I'm planning to take out Diaz and that's when you'll make the hit" he said showing no emotion in the slightest. Kat seemed worried but dialed the number anyway. She listened to the ringing tone nervously. She toyed with her long dark hair absently as she waited for Sonny to answer. Sonny eventually answered.

"Ah, so you finally called back. Tell me how are you doing, I take it you survived the shooting"

Kat paused for a moment; she detested the smug sound of Sonny's voice. She glanced at Tommy for a second, "Fighting for life as ever" she said coldly, "What do you want Sonny?" she asked wearily. Sonny laughed bitterly. "News, I want to know what's going on with Vercetti and the rest of Vice City. Of course I'll be willing to offer a good price for your skills"

"Alright, for the right price of course"

"Half a million and your life intact"

Kat sighed and nodded reluctantly, "Ok, we have a deal"

"So start talking"

"Well Vercetti planning to take out Diaz and steal his mansion...I'm gonna take him out after he takes out Diaz. He won't know what hit him" she said emotionless. Sonny seemed impressed for a second before suspicion crept into his voice.

"What made you change your mind?"

"Just call it a personal vendetta" she said a tiny smile creepy into the edge of her mouth.

"Maybe its time I visited Vice City myself. Perhaps I'll see you there"

"Perhaps. Oh and Sonny don't forget the money" she replied coolly as she hung up.

Kat looked down at the phone for a second then turned her attention to Tommy. She threw the phone at him and stormed past. She pulled open the front door of the apartment and glanced back at Tommy. Her eyes watched him carefully, silently before she turned sharply slamming the door behind her.

Tommy sighed, "Women" he muttered under his breath as he bent down and picked up the black mobile phone. He stared at it before putting it down on the kitchen counter. He thought about visiting Paul and Rosenberg across the hall but he thought better of it. Instead he wandered into the simple bathroom. He ran the sink tap, letting the cold fresh water run over his hands. He caught some of the clean water in his cupped hands and splashed it over his face. Tommy looked up at his reflection in the mirror, water ran down his face. His eyes seemed sunken in and bloodshot from lack of sleep. He shook his head then dried his face with a towel that had been thrown across the floor. He didn't bother to shave this morning, as he knew he had too much to do. With great haste he strolled almost ran into the bedroom and pulled open the wardrobe. He lifted a board at the bottom of the wardrobe, which revealed a secret space packed with guns and ammunition. He pulled out an ak47 and a handful of clips. He also took a handgun and holster. Tommy quickly put the holster on and shoved the handgun within its leather straps. He slipped on a black jacket to hide the gun. Finally he put the clips in his jeans pocket and grabbed the ak47 and left the apartment silently.

The cell phone on the counter started to ring eerily, something big was about to go down.