(As you know, most charries belong to Rock star games and not me)
It had been almost three years since the fateful day that Sonny Forelli had been terminated. Tommy Vercetti had continued to rule over Vice City and its gangs with an iron fist. However he had not had such luck with love. Kat had left him over a year ago after an argument about her role in the business and more importantly she resented him for always putting work first. So Kat had disappeared as quickly as she had appeared and Tommy had thrown himself deeper into his work, desperate to regain the power and respect he had always desired.
Rosenberg had started to attend rehab after a brief addiction to cocaine and somehow managed to keep his job as Vercetti's lawyer. Where as Kent Paul had returned to England to try and make it as a famous music manager but no one had heard anymore from him.
Tommy sat in his office. His feet rested on the desk and a cigar poked out the side of his mouth. He drew a deep breath then let the smoke slowly drift out through his lips. He had ditched his Hawaiian shirt in favor of a white shirt and a smart black jacket. He took the rich smelling cigar from his mouth and looked at it for a little while. There was a knock at the door. Tommy tore his eyes away from the dancing smoke and put his feet down under the desk.
"Enter" he said coldly as he moved a few loose papers around on the large mahogany desk. He glanced up as a man dressed in a dark black suit with slicked back blonde hair. "Err boss, a Mr Rosenberg's here to see you" he said nervously. Tommy nodded, signaling to the mindless grunt to fetch Rosenberg and bring him to his office. Rosenberg entered the room. One or two gray hairs where visible under the bright artificial light. His dark blue suit seemed a little too large for him.
"Ah, good to see you again" he said offering him a meal tin of expensive cigars. Rosenberg refused politely. "Business is going well, as ever" Rosenberg said as he sat himself down in a posh leather chair. Tommy nodded, "Yeah but things seem a little dull. So I've been thinking, we need to extend our territory. We need to take over Liberty city". Rosenberg turned deadly pale; he seemed lost for words and utterly shocked. He stammered nervously unable to form any sort of sentence.
"What!" he finally managed to cry. Tommy smirked and stubbed out the end cigar in a glass cigarette tray. He coolly crossed his arms and lent back, watching the highly-strung lawyer panic for a minute. He sighed slightly agitated.
"I'm heading over to meet the Leone family. I plan to take some of the gang with me. While I'm busy talking business they start to cause some trouble for the rest of the gangs in liberty. Its that simple" he said smugly. Rosenberg nodded along with what he had said but one thing bothered him. "What about me Tommy. The second I stick my head out some ones gonna blow it off" he said still panicking slightly. Tommy shook his head; he already had planned Rosenberg's part in the scam.
"I want you to stay here, keep an eye on things. If this shit goes wrong I'm going to need a lawyer" he said much to Rosenberg's relief. Rosenberg stood up; he shook Tommy's hand fiercely. "Thanks Tommy, I won't let you down" he said happily as he left the room in a much better mood.
