I sit at the brand new office table, enjoying all the praise from Gator and especially Phil. I still can't really believe that I managed to kill Toreno.

There is a loud, impatient knocking at the door. We exchange glances for some time, debating who will answer. I blink.

I walk over to the door, and open it slightly. Staring back at me is an old, tall man, with a moustache and a cowboy hat, a white shirt and a blue jacket.

"Howdy partner." He tips his hat. I close the door over.

"Who is it?" asks Gator.

"Some retired old cowboy."

"Let him in." Phil says, without looking up.

I undo the locks, and the man strolls in. "Actually," he starts, "the name's Avery Carrington. Owner of Avery Construction in Vice City in the eighties?"

"Oh, hey, I know you," says Phil. "You used to hang around in the bar at that mansion in Starfish Island."

"Uh. . .yeah. Whatever."

We all sit at one end of the table, opposite Avery, each trying to stare him out.

"So, what do you want?" says Phil, breaking the silence.

"Well I know you're a bunch of guys who can get things done. And I want to employ your services."

"What for?"

He sighs. "Back in the eighties, I was top dog for real estate. Everyone respected me, everyone knew my name. They feared me. You couldn't leave your building unattended for a second without me stepping in and seizing the land." He sighs again.

"So?"

"Then, I took that pompous four-eyed prick Donald Love under my wing, taught him a few things, you know? Yeah, well, the double crossin' bastard stabbed me in the back. Told the police of my "acquisition" techniques, and I had to leave. He took over all my assets in Vice, then Liberty. I got back at him though. Spooked him. You ever wonder why he mysteriously vanished?"

We all listen intently.

"I had a hit put out on him. I paid some crazy homeless guy to fly a plane through his building, but someone tipped him off too soon, and he left. No one is really sure where he went, but no one has even mentioned his name for the past five years. During that time I've tried to crawl my way back to the top, but it's hard, you know? I'm too old. But now, he's back, and trying to get his media business back on it's feet. That's where you come in. I don't know how you're gonna do it, nor do I care. Just make sure you kill him, not scare him. I don't want him returning in another five years."

"What's in it for us?" I ask.

"If you do this for me, partner, I'll help you branch off your business, help you acquire land, make you all rich."

We exchange excited glances. Phil leans across the table and shakes his hand on behalf of the company. He then leaves.

"Peace of cake." grins Phil, "we can get him tomorrow at the electoral debate in the town hall."

"It won't be that easy. If he gets away, he's gonna leave the country again. We can't fail."

"You're right." says Gator. "I say we should all use our best skills, and go for him one at a time."

We spend a while planning it out.

We each have important parts to play, based on what we do best. Phil would cause a ruckus inside, and attempt to kill Donald Love there and then. If he failed, I would be waiting at the front door to kill him as he left. And if I failed, he would be blown up by the bomb Gator will have strapped to his car. We run over the plan several times, then we get in a car and drive to the meeting, which had already started.

We pull up in the car, a short distance away, and notice the two limos pulled out in front, both black. Both have bodyguards protecting them. I take them out with a silenced pistol.

"Dammit!" whispers Gator. "We didn't account on two limos! I only have one bomb!"

"Then you better hope me and Phil get the job done."

"Just pick a limo, and attach the bomb." commands Phil.

Gator messes with the engine of one limo, then returns to the car to wait with the detonator.

"Okay, kid." Phil says. "Get in position, and don't, even for a second, let your guard down. Remember, we can't fail."

I nod, and wait in the shrubs to the right of the entrance.

Phil strolls in calmly, nodding and smiling at the audience. He pauses. "THIS IS A FUCKING RAID! DON'T MOVE A FUCKING MUSCLE, DONALD, OR I'LL BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!" He aims a gun at Donald Love, who immediately ducks and makes for the curtain behind him. "SHIT, KID! HE'S GOIN' FOR THE BACK EXIT! TAKE HIM OUT!"

I run round the back and get caught in the fire of his personal bodyguards. I dive into the trees again and take cover. I watch him run, fingers crossed. "Please pick the right limo." I whisper.

Donald gets in one of the limos and drives off.

I get in the other, and turn the corner onto a new street so I could follow him without being spotted.

Gator looks out of his window to see Phil bolting down the pathway. He gears up the engine as Phil jumps through the window, and they speed off in the same direction as Love.

I get on my cell phone, to Gator. "Gator, which limo am I in?"

"I don't know, man! I didn't see!"

"Then for the love of God, don't detonate it! Are you sure you're chasing the right one?"

"We're heading South right now."

"Good. Keep tailing that limo. Take him out!"

I cut through side alleys, over train tracks and through tunnels, anything to get ahead of Love's limo.

Phil shoots his MP5 out the window of Gator's car at the limo not far ahead. The driver, obviously not adept to this sort of thing, continues on a straight line.

I can see the limo up ahead, gunfire streaming from the car behind it.

"He's turning right!" Gator says on the phone.

"Perfect. I'll catch him up no problem."

"He's turning right again!"

"I see him. He's coming towards me. Okay, I'm going to get out of the limo, and I want you to detonate the bomb, okay? We have to take a chance." I move to the pavement. "Okay. Go!"

I shield myself, as the limo I was in blows up. The windows smash, the engine blows, the paint melts away. I watch in horror. That could have been me. I hear a noise in the distance. Donald's limo.

I shoot as it whizzes past, but due to the speed it was travelling, I completely miss. Gator pulls up shortly afterwards, and I get in the back seat. The target is now a mere speck in the distance, but we follow.

"Not to worry." says Phil. "I think he will be surprised with what is in store for him. Just keep going straight."

We continue through the streets, littered with skyscrapers, office blocks, and small businesses. I take note of a couple for later.

We drive for about ten minutes, keeping the speck constantly in view. It starts to get bigger. I realise it must have stopped. Up ahead, several tanks and Barracks OLs are blocking the road. One of them waves, and shouts, "Hey Phil!"

We look curiously at Phil Cassidy.

"I knew some people who owed me favours."

Donald's limo is surrounded by people dressed in rural camouflage, with guns. Big guns.

Phil looks at us.

We nod.

Phil gives the thumbs up.

The men give way as we walk up. Donald Love is huddled in the back seat. His driver, motionless with fear in the front. I put a pistol to Donald's head, Phil does the same to the driver. Bang.

Donald looked into the barrel of the gun, and saw his life flash before his eyes. It was a life of greed, betrayal, domination, lies, deception and the fight for power.

God, he had lived the dream.

And then he was gone.