Death filled the warm air as Kevin and Miguel stepped outside. While Kevin had been gone the day before, Miguel had rented a car. It wasn't much however, a 1983 Sentinel. Kevin climbed into the driver's seat, Miguel the passenger side. The radio was turned to VRock, heavy metal music blared through the speakers.
The Sentinel cruised itself down Ocean Drive, on a one-way trip to the docks.
6:32am
Greg cowered inside the locker, sweating profusely from the dank air. He peeked out from the small grate, and saw them standing there, just as they had been for the entire morning. Vercetti stood tall, holding a Colt Python in his hand. Catalina stood held strongly by three armed men, against her will clearly.
"I guess you didn't know exactly where that money was going, did you?" Vercetti said to Catalina.
"Why would I?" She replied.
"Well, when you stole that money, it was in the middle of a deal with my own men, you didn't see that did you?"
Catalina remembered that many of them involved were wearing Hawaiian shirts.
"You and your little goonies stole sixty-one million dollars that were mine. I guess you didn't bother counting the money you had? Do you know what happened to the last one who screwed over one of my deals?" Catalina squirmed in Vercetti's firm grasp.
"I hope you can understand my agitation in this matter."
That night had been the worst night in Greg's life. Greg had awokened early that night and realized Catalina was practically burgalarizing him. He wanted to confront her, but at the last minute, her soft beautiful face told him otherwise. Vercetti stormed the place in the Shark's sleep, wielded a massive chain gun, and demolished every single person in the warehouse. Bodies, blood, and guts sprayed through the air like an apocalyptic rain.
That night was the only night Greg was glad he slept in the corner of the warehouse. He had quickly hid inside a nearby locker, and then climbed down a storm drain, and escaped Vercetti's hellish rain of bullets. He lie in the locker for three hours, his friend's corpses decomposing in front of him. Greg wasn't sure who was luckier, Cameron or himself. Apparently, Vercetti was in a big hullabaloo that Cameron wasn't in the warehouse.
Greg would give anything to escape the locker, to escape the warehouse. The smell of dead flesh nauseated him, and he had already passed out from the stench three times throughout the night cramped inside the locker. Now, he could only sit and wait until Vercetti's gang would leave.
6:44
"Where is he?" Vercetti hissed.
The leader of the biggest gang in Vice City stood boldly. The Python in his hand glistened sternly in the morning light, it's barrel of death hung uncaringly.
"So how's the business been?" She said.
"Hey, shut up.."
The armed men holding Catalina strengthened their grip, Catalina shouted in pain. Vercetti checked his watch, grimly.
"In fifteen minutes, your little friend will be the stuff on the bottom of my shoe."
"My own employee starts working in a gang against me? Hah, I'd like to see him escape from me."
Catalina rolled her eyes, and ignored the pain from the men holding her.
"Don't worry, at 7 o'clock, you won't be working for anyone anymore."
6:48
"You do realize what you're doing, right?" Miguel argued.
Kevin said nothing, he kept his eyes on the road.
"Vercetti probably has all his men at the docks, waiting for you."
"You come within fifty feet of that place, and he probably has a sniper to take you out."
Kevin stayed silent.
"I can respect how you wanna do something good, but come on. And hey, you don't even have the money he wants!"
"Hey, That Catalina is the only friend I've ever made while I've been a part of this Mafia." Kevin suddenly retorted.
"Come on, man, let's just go, Salvatore said we can."
The car stopped suddenly on the curb, the engine turned off.
"If you don't want to do this, then get out of the car and head home right now."
Miguel sat in the seat, worried.
"Alright, man, if you want to do this that bad, then I'm with you."
6:52
Vercetti stood at the edge of the far dock, watching as the pristine water drifted itself through the bay. Across from them, the massive oil tanker barge stood dauntingly in the water, casting a grim shadow over all that stood.
"It's a pretty day, isn't it?" He said.
"Yeah, boss, it sure i--" The henchman's voice was cutoff with a gunshot.
Vercetti shot the man in the eye with his Colt Python, and his lifeless body splashed into the water.
"It was a rhetorical question."
Vercetti and his men stood outside, in the blaring hot sun of the morning, as the docks, cargo boxes, ships, boats and all else that applies floated about. The pavement sizzled with heat, and the reflections off the men's sunglasses pierced the blue sky.
6:57
The drab Sentinel found itself at the front gate of the Vice City Dock Compound. A heavy steel lock hung from it's hinge, preventing access with a menacing boldness. Kevin stuck his right hand out from the car, and blasted the lock apart with his .45. The gate swung open, clanging against the far wall, and the car slowly drove. Without warning, a thudding bullet smacked into the car's hood, sending sparks flying.
"I told you there'd be a sniper!!" Miguel shouted.
High up on an abandoned refinery rooftop, a single man armed with a large rifle stood, unwavering. Kevin floored the gas pedal, drove forward, and then spun the car out perfectly behind a cluster of cargo containers. He jumped out from the car and popped the trunk. From there, he slapped open a sleek leather case, and withdrew from inside his own PSG-1. Miguel brushed his hand against the M79.
"Wouldn't it be easier with this?" He said.
Kevin ignored him, and positioned himself in between two tall boxes. He put his eye through the scope, and scanned the rooftops above. There, the sniper stood, analyzing the area just like Kevin, desperately trying to find where his opposition could be from behind the cluster of crates. Kevin put the crosshairs directly onto him, and waited.
"Yo, you got a shot?" Miguel asked.
"Yes, I do."
"Well? Take it!!"
Without warning, he changed the position of the crosshairs and fired. A huge fireball resulted, sending a stinging blast of fire and shrapnel exploding into the air. The bullet had pierced an industrial oxygen tank that lie beside the sniper, sending him to a fiery fate. Miguel stared at the explosion high above.
"I thought you wanted the element of surprise?" Miguel said, climbing back into the car.
Kevin got in and slammed the door shut.
"Fuck surprise."
The car sped off, hurtling itself into the core of the complex. Kevin checked his watch, noting the time.
7:00am - The deadline