Chapter three: Going with the 'Vice Style'
He ran down through the hills and drew his gun. He ran onto the dam. "What happened? Where was my backup?" Max shouted as he ran upon the dam. King looked at him from where he was sitting, being patched by the doctor. He went for his gun and aimed at Max. Maxs eyes widened as he lunged to the side nearly missing the bullet. Many officers stared at King in shock. "Max shot me, its a seup men fire!" King shouted. Without a moments hesitation they all began firing as Max jumped overthe fence and stumbled down the side of the dam. He got into a roll and felt his forhead being cut open. Then, before he knew it he hit bottom. He looked up and the officers were hailing down on him with fire as bullets rained all around him. He looked around panicking.
He jumped up and ran towards a set of stairs and on the top, to his surprise and thanks, was a un-manned chopped. He ran and juped in, with bullets richoceting off the helicopper. Soon the blades were spinning and just as the helipad was surrounded, he was in the air. He laughed as he looked back and flew onwards. He dialed a number on the cllphone. "Salvatore? Something happened, Kings alive and I have to leave Liberty." "Thats ok son, youve always got a place in Liberty here. But be sure, King knows. Hes gonna be on your ass before you can get anything out about him. Keep those photos for the right time." Salvatore said. Max finished up his goodbyes before landing at the airport.
"A direct flight to Vice City will be three hundred dollars. Is that ok Mr. Fauks?" "Yes." Max nodded as he handed over the money and walked towards his plane. He got seated and put on a set of headphones. He looked out the window just as the plane took off and smiled as he saw King getting out of car and cursing.
Vice City had changed much since it 80's era of fab and fashion. The streets got dirtier. Gangs got more intimidating. As soon as Max got off the plane, he was face to face with the italian lord himself. "Max. Im Mr. Vercetti. And your now on my land. Consider this landing in a different country, and youfuck up, you die. Got it?" Tommy said. Max nodded. Soon he was in the smelliest cab in Vice and was headed to his hotel. But before he could arrive, of course something had to happen. "Keep those hands up now." the man who held him at gunpoint said very suavely. He had slightly gelled hair and sunglasses on with a small five'o'clock shadow. "Nice shirt."Max muttered as the mans friends began searching him and found nothing.
The man glanced at his own shirt and laughed. "You like it? Gotta go with the Vice style right." he said laughing. "Comeon boys, thie guy aint got shit. Whats your name?" the man asked. "Max" "Max, im Brad. And i say, fuck Vercetti, hes a has been, so remember, its better to be on my side than a haggard old man. I'v got a feeling we'll meet again real soon." Brad said as he got backl in his Sabre and drove away.
"Who was that?" Max asked as he got back in with the cab driver, who had just lost his wallet.
"Some local gang that think theyre the shit." Son Max got out and poped the trunk wher he hid his stuff. He had a waterfront view, just the way to spend a tip to Vice.
He layed back on his bed and stared at his Liberty Badge. it was now about as useful as a little kids western to. He got up and opened the glass doors of his suite and looked out onto the ocean. He smiled as he hurled the badge out into the endless sea. He knew King wasnt to far behind, but he could atleast get some rest time while he waied. This Vice trip was gonna be as enjoyable as possible.