THE CREW:

Trent and the others stand in front of Tommy's door, with Amaya and Makoto standing at their left. The doors open and Tommy walks out with Tony and Lucio. Tommy steps forward before Lucio completely steps out the door and shakes his hand. Then his eyes shift to the other members of the group. He takes a good solid look at each of them before speaking.

"Lucio and Tony, you wait outside, the rest of you are coming with me I want to talk to you."

Amaya steps forward, "Are you going to disarm us? We've all got guns."

"No," he says with a vote of confidence, "I trust you." As a polite gesture he gets Tony to hold the door open for them.

When the door closes he sits down in his desk and smiles wide, "You guys, are probably the best single group I've ever been able to put together, I mean seriously," he says laughing, "I didn't think it was possible. Ah, you've no doubt guessed that I brought you here for a job. What you didn't know was that it would be more than one. Chances are you'll use all your skills especially 8-ball."

"Wha'does that mean?"

"Remember the bank that my son came out of?"

Tommy Jr. raises his hand as if they didn't know who he was talking about. A cocky smile spread across his face, a spoiled version of an early Tommy.

"We're going to spend some time planning to rob them again. He couldn't take much by himself and they'll be easier to rob. People say security's tighter, it's bullshit. Who wants to rob a robbed bank. We'll hit'm in a couple of weeks."

"What're the other jobs?" Fidelio asks.

"Well..." Tommy says taking a cigar out of it's case, "One other one for sure, I'm not sure about anything else."

"How so?" Makoto asks scratching his beard.

"Well you know Augustus Armando? The guy who's been fucking all of your businesses in Liberty? He's got guys everywhere. But that's okay 'cuz so do I. It's hard to rival those guys, so we gotta' hit 'em where it hurts..."

"Businesses." Trent says closing the point.

"Exactly. I've had a pretty good history with the Cubans down here. They own a merchandising shipment off Vice City docks. That is they used to. The Colombians got it now. I have an old... aquaintance within' the Colombian ring of Cartels. Right now him and Augustus are in like this," he says crossing his fingers together, "The minute I mention what's going on, they're dead!"

Fido listens carefully, questionably, he had little respect for Tommy, believing he hustled his way to the top instead of working, he was unknowingly misinformed.

Trent's mouth opens before he speaks, pausing, "Would your aquaintance be able to find out where Augustus's hiding?"

"It'd be hard but he might be able to, he's probably got a thousand safehouses with a thousand look-alikes to take bullets for him."

"Why don't you have that?" Fidelio asks him.

"'Cause I'm not a fuckin' pussy!"

Trents cellphone rings and he looks at the little window, "What the fuck?"

"What?" Tommy says looking at him.

"I gotta' take this call, hold on a second."

Tommy lets him take the call no questions asked and takes the chance to light himself the cigar. Trent paces across the carpet with the phone pressed tightly against his ear, the crew watching him.

"Max Payne!?" A long pause before Trent speaks again, "What does he want?" Another pause, "Max you -! I'm gonna kill you!.... Fuck you........."I swear to god you're a dead man." He freezes taking a look at the group, "I'm in Vice....... Tell Agostino to tell you." As he waits he puts the phone down.

"Max has a gun to Agostino I had to tell him where we where?"

"Who the fuck is Max?" Tommy Jr. asks.

"Police officer from New York."

"The fuck you needed to tell him! Goddamn are you nuts, what're you gonna tell him next dad's plan!"

"Shut up!" Trent places the phone next to his ear again. "........ Okay... Yeah Sam, just tell Agostino to tell the truth, no one'll get hurt." After some time the phone goes dead.

"Max hung up, he's coming to Vice City. He chased me all the way from New York... Now he's coming to kill me."

"I'd like to see him try. If you had the confidence to tell him where you are I'm sure he's not much of anything."

"You'd be surprised." 8-ball says with a bursting short sigh.

"Are you guy going to be ready to do this or what?"

"The Job? Yeah we'll be ready."

"Remember to watch out for the cop. Tommy's going with you. 'Specially since now he knows the place now."

"Any chance you might jump in?" Amaya asks cracking her knuckles.

"Not since my youth." he eyes Amaya's body for a minute, "there's a couple things I'm still pretty good at though."

"Yeah right..." She says thinking aloud. Then she turns around to walk out the door. All of them get up Fidelio does a wave gesture with his hand before he leaves. Tommy Jr. goes with them.

8-ball stops and turns around, "I heard that movie... Grand Theft Auto: Vice City was based on your life. That true?"

"No. Lance Vance and Sonny Forelli betrayed me. Not the other way around."

Fido stops at the door of Tommy's office, and turns around, 'Is he lying?' He doesn't think anymore about it. He'd decide from experience whether or not to trust Tommy. He leaves closing the door as 8-ball comes out, the last one.

Tommy Jr. gets right in everyone's faces, pointing his finger at them. "Don't FUCK this up! You got it!?"