So Tommy Vercetti and the Truth flew to Easter Bay airport, in San Fierro. Tommy nearly wanted to kill the Truth for talking about cover-ups and area 69 and how diet soda is out to get ya. But, for like the first time in his life, Tommy resisted his urge to kill, and before you know it, the Truth and Tommy were in San Fierro.
"Old guy, where are we going?"
"This place"
"No shit, just tell me where the fuck we going"
"A garage in Doherty"
Tommy stopped the Cheetah he just stole.
"Look, old man, I don't know where anything is here, okay? I just want some fucking directions."
"The road will take you where it wants you to go."
Tommy slammed down his head on the steering wheel.
"Oh my god."
But, soon enough, the two arrived in Doherty, where they met Jethro and Dwaine.
"Yo, truth dude"
"Jethro, man"
"Truth dude, who's the suit"
"That's Tommy, he works for-
"HE WORKS FOR ME!"
"-Carl"
"Yo, I'm Jethro and the crackhead over here's Dwaine."
"Whatever. Like I care. I didn't fucking fly to San Fierro to work as a fucking mechanic. I heard about some Chinese gangsters, help me do what I gotta do."
"You mean Woozie, well come on, come on"
Jethro, Dwaine, and Tommy took the trolley across San Fierro, up some hills, and arrived in front of a gambling parlor.
"This is the place, Tommy. Me an' Jethro Crackhead gotta get back to the shop now."
"Man, fuck you Dwaine."
"Shut up, Dwaine"
Both crackheads took the trolley away as Tommy Vercetti was standing alone in front of a gambling parlor.
"Here goes nothing."
He knocked the door. A man in all black with black sunglasses, obviously Asian, answered the door.
"Hello, uhh, sir," the man asked inquisitively.
"Are you this Woozie fellow?"
"Who are you," he asked rather quickly and fiercely.
"Tommy Vercetti."
"Oh, yes, the Mafioso gentleman. Carl phoned about you. Would you like to come in?"
"Why not?"
Woozie and Tommy Vercetti went in to the betting parlor and up the stairs. They sat on a couch up in his office in front of a television.
"Allow me a formal introduction. My name is Wu Zi Mu, but my friends call me Woozie."
"My name is Tommy Vercetti, 'Woozie', but I don't have time for formal introductions. I want this town."
"Of course, Carl said you would be a little bit, shall I say, aggressive?"
"WHAT?"
"Please sit down."
"I'm tired of your BULLSHIT GAMES, Wu Zi Mu, let's talk business."
Wu Zi Mu coolly said, "Okay then. San Fierro has three main gangs. Of course there are the Triads, who are split into several factions, all allied, of which I lead the Green Mountain Boys. There's the San Fierro Rifa, a Mexican drug-peddling gang from Hashbury. Then there's the Yakuza, who is new in town, and led by Kenji and Asuka Kasen. They have fronts in Doherty and a casino in Venturas."
"Where do I start?"
"Wherever you want."
"I don't want no bullshit answers, 'Woozie'.
"What would you like then?"
"I'm warning you Wu-!"
"Woozie suddenly stood up and yelled something in a foreign language and four large Chinese men with uzis came into the room.
Woozie continued, "You were saying?"
But Tommy was too pissed right now to talk. He took out his trusty AK and fired madly at the Triads, three of whom he missed, nearly avoiding Woozie. Woozie ran out and several more Triads ran into the room. Tommy was too outnumbered. Firing blindly to cover himself he ran towards the window and jumped out, doing a somersault on the ground. He ran after a passing trolley and trolley and as fast as he , he caught on to it and jumped on the roof, nearly falling off.
The terrified driver sped off crazily. He fired off at the Triads attempting to fire at him and pursue him on foot. Nothing came close to him. Tommy continued to wildly fire at them and the building they came from until the trolley turned a corner. The Triads saw him laughing maniacly. Tommy jumped off just before the driver leaped from the trolley and the trolley crashed into a Linerunner, ending in a big explosion. Tommy strutted calmly down the street, gun out of view, and walked lazily into the Garcia district.