Disclaimer: I do not own the Grand Theft Auto franchise.

A/N: Lordmasterkris, if you think this is worthy for your C2. Oh yes I will strike back in our rivalry.

Chapter 3: Welcome to Vice City.

Tommy sits at his office as an excited Ken Rosenberg frantically walks around the room. "I don't like this Tommy. Who are these guys they look dangerous."

"They are." Said Tommy. "Don't worry Ken I trust these guys. We've worked together before."

"That silent guy gives me the creeps, and the big one. We'll I'll only say that I would never ask a guy that intimidating for help."

Claude walks in followed by C.J. who has changed into a pair of shorts, a backwards hat with a Vice City Mambas jersey, and a pair of sneakers. "Yo Tommy thanks for the clothes."

"Sure thing Carl."

"Ok Tommy I think I'm just going to go do some coke. I mean I have business, some clients!" Ken stutters nervously. "See ya!" He runs out of the room.

"That was Ken?" Asked Carl. Tommy nods. "Man he looks fucked up already."

"Believe me he is."

"Now I need to get back to the Grove is there a way I can get ActionMax back here?"

"I don't know." Tommy walks over to Carl putting his arm around his shoulder. "Don't worry about getting home right now why don't you stay for awhile enjoy Vice city, and its perks." He walks Carl to the window showing him his back yard, and pool with beautiful women hanging out.

"Ok yeah I think I can stay for awhile." He heads down stairs.

Tommy laughs. "Any mans weakness hot women with lots of yard space." Tommy looks over to Claude who is sweating. "Claude why don't you take off your jacket? You're in Florida my friend." Claude looks unsure but finally unzips his jacket. He's wearing the same blue Hawaiian shirt as Tommy. "What! I knew somebody else likes the same shirt!" Claude is embarrassed he takes off the shirt now wearing a black T-shirt. "You know you liked it."

Tommy looks out the window to see C.J. talking with women. "Hello ladies the names C.J. I'm from San Andreas baby yeah you heard right. I'm from the hard streets of Los Santos." The women gather around most attracted to his muscular frame.

Tommy looks at himself. "Maybe I should have worked out more. Nah." He looks back to Claude. "Now Claude buddy old pal." Claude raises an eyebrow. "Since I'm nice enough to let you stay here in my home I want you to do me a favor. Can you help me with my war with the Haitians?" Claude thinks for a minute then nods wanting to feed his appetite for destruction. "Good. Now we need to get Carl, and meet with a friend for help.

"Yeah so me, and my bro Sweet chased him down." Carl tells a story. "We weren't letting that crooked cop get away."

"Carl." Tommy waves for him.

"One minute dog." Tommy and Claude walk over, and grab him. "Wait what?"

To the present:

Max and Brady investigate Claude's Staunton Island apartment, which is filled with guns, money, porno, and other things you might find in a murders house. "What's wrong with this guy?" Max asks himself. "I can't believe we worked together."

"What was that?" Brady asked confused.

"Nothing. Just can't believe the firepower he has."

"Yeah." Detective Wright continues to look around. "His selection of cars in the garage is even more amazing. The Banshee, a gang stinger, and a bullet proof Patriot."

"All stolen."

"Yeah I've seen all I've wanted to see. This crap can't help us. Let's go." The two detectives took the elevator down to the main level to their car. When the elevator doors open a limousine is parked waiting for them. "Who the hell's this?"

Max realizes who it is. "Why don't you go wait in the car kid. I'll be a minute."

"Sure thing Max." He says eyeing the limo as he gets in the car.

Max walks over, and taps on the window. "What do you want?"

The window rolls down revealing ActionMax. "Hello there detective Payne. I need to have a little chat with you concerning a friend." Max looks back not saying anything. "Ok well I need you to leave Claude alone get off his tail."

"Can't do it."

"Oh come on Max he hasn't murdered anybody. Well he hasn't murdered anybody innocent in the past 6 months. I'll make you an offer you can't refuse. Ha I said it!"

"Is that a threat?" Asked Max.

"What no. I threaten you. Who's stupid enough to threaten Max Payne? I do owe you too my friend."

"I shouldn't be talking with you with the people you associate yourself with." Max turns away. "There's nothing you can give that I would compromise my loyalty to the badge."

"Crap." ActionMax rolls up the window. "Guess I have to do things the hard way." The limo pulls away.

Max gets back in the car. "Who was that?" Asked Brady.

"An old acquaintance." Max replies starting the car.

Vice City past:

"Where the hell are we?" Asked C.J. "I've never been to Vice City before."

"Well then Welcome to Vice City." Said Tommy driving an Admiral with Claude sitting in the back. "Where in Little Havana." They pull up to a small Café. "Where here."

"Café Robina?" Carl reads. "Who can help us here?"

"Tommy my friend!" Umberto Robina spots Tommy as he walks into the Café. "What have you come here for my friend?"

"We need help."

"We." He looks at Carl, and Claude then starts to laugh. "Oh these your boyfriends?"

"What!" Carl reacts angrily.

Tommy puts his hand up to calm Carl. "I though we were done with this Umberto."

"Sorry. Let's get down to business."