Jose pulled up to Links View heights at a screeching halt. He got out of the car as two men dressed like him approached him.

"Hey, man, nice car. Where'd you get it?" said a short, stubby man with whiskers for a mustache and a patch over his right eye.

"Nick bought this for me. He said everyone in his organization gets one."

"I never got one. Did you get one Thomas?" the man said to the taller person standing next to him.

"No. He didn't buy me anything. I told you Mr. Nick favors the younger people. Let's get outta here."

"Let's go to the Malibu," the short man said.

The two walked off and Jose walked into the building easily. The apartment building was very luxurious. There was nice carpeting on the floor, paintings on the wall by a famous artist and a giant chandelier near the stairs. A couple of men walked passed Jose. A tall, chubby man stopped to talk to him.

"Hey, how ya doin'," the man said cheerfully. "My name is Harold."

"Why are you so happy?" Jose asked the man.

"I just got paid a 2,000 bonus from Mr. Nick. Now I get paid 3,000 a week."

"How long have you worked here?"

"Since Mr. Nick first started a couple of years ago."

"Hey, Mr. Nick told me that I will make the most money out of everyone," Jose said.

"What! That is the last straw. It's time for our strike. Mr. Nick is gonna stop using us once and for all."

Harold went into one of the rooms in the main corridor. Just then, a voice came over the intercom. The voice told all the workers that the strike was on. Many gang members began walking out of the building. That is when Jose began making his way towards the top floor. There was no one in the building so he couldn't be stopped. The floor he reached had just one room in it. He knew it had to be Nick's office. He opened the door slowly and calmly.

"Who's there?" cried a deep voice.

"Sir, you might want to look outside," Jose said innocently. Just as Nick went to turn around, Jose put the MP5 to the back of Nick's head.

"What are you doing?" Nick said slowly getting on his knees.

"It's called a take-over of your small operation."

As Jose got ready to pull the trigger, footsteps approached the small office. Some of Nick's loyal gang members surrounded Jose. There were about five of them, three holding pistols.

"Shoot him and we'll shoot you," said a skinny black man with a bald head.

"Alright," Jose took the gun from Nick's head. One of the gang members ran at Jose. He hit him in the head with his gun. He aimed his gun in the direction of the three men holding pistols as he side-stepped behind a curio cabinet. He pulled the trigger, killing two of them instantly and wounding the other. He shot the one he injured to be sure he was dead. One of the weaponless gang members who were on the ground tried to reach for the gun. Jose shot him in the back. The other man in the room escaped. So did Nick. Jose ran out the office and saw a staircase to the left leading to roof. The door was open so he figured he went up their.

When Jose approached the roof, he saw Nick standing on the helicopter pad. A helicopter passed over just then. A ladder dropped down and Nick hopped on it. The helicopter began to pull away.

"It won't be that easy," Jose said to himself. He aimed his gun at Nick. He slowly pulled the trigger. A barrage of bullets flew at Nick. One hit him. He fell off of the ladder and into the crowd of gang members below. Just then, the helicopter swooped down looking to take Jose's head off. Jose ran into the doorway and shot repeatedly at the helicopter looking to blow it up. The helicopter flew away and the evil deed was done. Jose went back into Nick's office. He grabbed the megaphone sitting in his office. He headed back to the roof and began to speak to the crowd of gang members below.

"People, your former leader Nick is no more," Jose said into the megaphone so everyone can hear him. "I, Jose Vercetti, hereby take over this operation as part of the Sanchez-Vercetti Organization. I am running things now."

The gang members murmured a little but began to cheer and yell. Jose disappeared from their sight and headed down to the bottom floor. He stopped at Nick's former office to see if there was extra money lying around. There was safe inside the office that was wide open with mountains of money spilling out. There was some money on the desk that Nick had been counting.

One of Jose's new workers walked into his office. He was a young looking man with a clean shaven face. He was a tall young man but was skinny.

"Clean this up," Jose said. "I want you to take Nick's body to the dump. Bury it. Then, take the other bodies to the bridge from Prawn Island to Downtown. Dump them into the water. Oh, and what is the combination to the safe?"

"Yes sir. Nick told all the workers the combination. I am surprised you don't know. It is 16-21-02."

"Alright, now get out of here," Jose said as he wrote the combination down. The young man went to do his job.

"One out of the way," Jose said menacingly to himself. "Now, time to take out the Haitians and eventually Juan."

Jose walked out of the building. The group that was outside had pretty much cleared except for a couple of extra bystanders. Jose got in his car and tore down the road. Suddenly, Jose saw flashing lights behind him. The cops were chasing him. Jose pulled over and reached into his glove compartment. He pulled out a big roll of money. The officer walked up to the car. Jose rolled down his window.

"May I help you officer?" Jose said as he flashed the money wad.

"Oh, just telling you your lights were on," the officer said as he handed him a fake ticket. The officer put it in his pocket, got in his cruiser and turned around.

Jose drove up to Juan's factory. He parked his car outside and walked in. He saw Juan standing near one of the machines used to make the cops think it was a regular factory.

"The job is done Juan," Jose said with a smile on his face.

"That is now your part of the organization. And here is a little something for your appreciation," Juan said handing Jose a small brief with money inside. "It is 100,000 in cash. If anything comes up, I'll call you. Now go, entertain yourself."

"Thanks," Jose said thankfully. He walked with the briefcase and drove off in his Infernus.