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A/N: Glad to see people are happy for the sequel, and thanks for the reviews.

Chapter 2: Reunited.

"Ok Claude here's the deal." ActionMax tells Claude his plan back in his office at love media. "I plan on sending you back to the past." Claude looks at ActionMax funny unsure of if he should agree. "You know my powers right man?" He nods. "We'll I'll just send you to the past, and you can stay with Tommy for a while. He would take you in. I hope." Claude looks unsure. "What other ideas do you have?" Claude shrugs then finally agrees to go with ActionMax's plan. "Okay get ready." ActionMax snaps his fingers, and they disappear.

Vercetti Estate 1986:

Claude and ActionMax appear at the front door. "Now lets see if he's home." ActionMax knocks on the door. They wait for a minute when Tommy opens the door in a zombie like state. "Hey Tommy how you doing man." He slams the door in their faces. A loud scream can be heard from the other side of the door. Claude, and ActionMax just look at each other they knock on the door again.

Tommy opens the door again with the same look on his face. "What are you pricks doing here?"

"Tommy what's wrong man? You don't look so good."

"It's hard to recover from when someone pulls you from your home to the future to get hunted, and shot at by the mob." He said giving ActionMax a glare. "Two days after I returned the Haitian's started messing with my assets including my cab stand, Ice cream factory, printing press, Car showroom, and a few of my condos. Their fucking with the deliveries and attacking my guys. This has been going on for a week I can't track them down to stop it."

"Oh that's tough man." ActionMax looks to Claude. "We'll Claude here got into some trouble in Liberty, and he needs somewhere to lay low. Can he stay here with you in 86?"

"What? Why me. Can't you just put him in the future ya know speed things up like that?"

"I'm trying to be careful after FF took my powers away for awhile last time. I'm afraid going into the future, and have knowledge of it then who knows what I could do."

"Sure." Said Tommy. Suddenly Tommy gets an Idea that puts an evil grin on his face. "You know what Claude can stay. Yeah I'll help out an old friend."

"Great."

"Now all we need is Carl." Said Tommy.

"Oh you want Carl." ActionMax starts to think. "What year was it 1992 Okay."

"Wait I wasn't serious!" It was too late he disappeared.

Seconds later ActionMax reappeared with C.J. who was only had a towel around his waist a shower cap on with slippers holding a rubber duck. "Here he is."

"What the fuck." Carl realizes what has happened. "Nah not this shit again I just got out of the shower man."

"Oh brother." Tommy rubs his forehead. "We'll he can stay." 'The more the merrier.' He thought.

"Wait are we in the past now?" Asked Carl.

"Yes. Tommy is your host."

"Bring me back now!" Carl steps toward the author.

ActionMax steps back. "Oh you three should stay together your great for the ratings as a team."

"Where the hell are you going?" Asked Tommy.

"I'm heading back to the future there's no need for me here. Claude I'm going to try and get those detectives off your back. So I'll see you three later."

"No you don't!" C.J. lunges toward ActionMax who snaps his fingers, and disappears. "Damn!"

The three men stare at each other. "So how you doing guys? Would you like to come in?" Tommy opens the door for them.

"When he comes back I'm gona kill him." Carl clenches his fist in anger. "I had just gotten back to the grove."

Claude walks into the mansion. "Make yourselves at home." Claude looks at Tommy sensing that he is up to something. "What about you Carl you want to stay on the streets of Vice City with only a bath towel on?"

"Nah." He looks down at himself. "Your going to have to hook me up with some clothes brother."

"No problem." Tommy waits for Carl to enter. When he's alone he presses his fingers together. "Excellent." He says in a creepy way.

"Tommy!" Ken calls from the mansion. "I think I'm wasted again. I'm seeing black guys in bath towels!"

Tommy slaps himself in the forehead. "Moron."

A/N: Next chapter shall be longer.