A/N: Thanks everybody for the reviews. Only six chapters and I'm almost twenty reviews…hopefully, you'll enjoy this chapter. Aaron Gamemaster, thank you very much for your triple review. I appreciate your time. Peace.

Half an hour later, Jason couldn't believe it. He had been driven to the airport, just like that, along with several other Triads, where they had boarded a private Shamal jet, and flown off to Vice City. As the Shamal soared off, Jason thought about how all of a sudden, his life had shot back up in the "eventful" meter. A week, he had started working with Woozie and joined up with old friends Jason and CJ. Unfortunately, John had decided not to go to Vice City, and go back to Liberty to see if he could get to the funeral of his late uncle. Finally, Jason sank into a deep sleep.

They touched down in a hangar at Escobar International Airport. After that, they drove over to the Chartered Libertines Ship, which was supposed to be containing the package. But as they did, they discovered that Feds had taped off the area. That wasn't good. But shrugging, Jason followed the Triads as they climbed over the yellow tape and one by one, sneaked aboard the ship. Peeking around, one of the Triads tossed a smoke grenade and then a stun grenade from behind a door, taking down the Feds behind the room.

They moved forward, and blew their cover, opening fire on the Feds, taking them down and picking up their MP5s, before dragging the dead bodies away. The package was on a table, and they shoved it into one of their bags. That was easy, Jason thought. But it wasn't going to be.

The police had just come over to pick up the package and escort it for flight to Liberty. Just at the wrong time. Seeing the Triad gangsters, they opened fire from their four police cruisers and one SWAT van. The Triads took cover, and carefully popped the police from their positions. Then, sprinting, they jumped into the police cruisers and raced off to Escobar, towards their Shamal.

As they flew off, Jason thought that would be over. But as the Shamal flew higher and higher, and towards Fort Baxter Army Base, a sudden realisation hit him. He spotted M4 fire go and a heat-seeking missile fly towards the jet.

"Bank right!" yelled Jason.

Too late. Before the pilot could process this thought, the missile crashed into the jet, and sent it rolling out of control. A couple more missiles struck the stricken Shamal, and it rapidly dropped height. Jason braced himself for impact, and then, with a bang, everything went black.

Blurry signs of people in front of him. As Jason dragged himself back into consciousness, he noticed that all the other Triads were dead. Picking himself up, he grabbed all the ammo for his AK-47 that he could find and a couple of flashbang grenades, before heading out. Rubbish was everywhere. This was probably the junkyard. He needed a car to get out, as the police would be investigating the site soon.

Bad luck was sticking to him. A couple of cruisers drove to the site, and four cops got out from each one of them. Followed up, a couple more SWAT vans speeding towards Jason. The cops pointed their pistols at Jason.

"Don't move a muscle, chump!" one of them yelled.

Jason refused. He pulled the pin to one of his flashbangs, and dived behind the entrance of the junkyard. The cops were temporarily distracted by the flash, and Jason cut them down with reckless abandon. But the SWAT team were backing up now, and the SWAT team about to jump out, Jason made a run for it, spotting a nearby Voodoo. But before he could get into it, an Idaho screamed past, the driver blazing Uzi bullets at the SWAT.

Jason dived out of the way again, only to have the car stop in front of him, and the driver, a white man, get out and drag him into the car. Before Jason could open his mouth, the man commanded:

"You stay there."

Jason agreed, and he watched in awe as the man almost effortlessly took down the SWAT and cops in a drive-by.

"Worthless piece of crap might be okay after all," the man murmured as he sped down Little Haiti.

Jason had a closer look, and was shocked to see if it was who he thought it would be. Blue eyes, brown hair, blue Hawaiian t-shirt, and gold wristwatch. As the man sped into a Pay 'N Spray, Jason could barely contain himself in his excitement.

"T-Tommy Vercetti?" gasped Jason.

"Yep, that's me. Glad somebody finally knows my name." Tommy replied, grinning.

"Uh, Tommy, but why'd you kinda rescue me? Like a Chinese, like me?"

"Come on, man, I don't hate Chinese. It's the Haitians who try killing me all the time." Tommy coolly replied.

"But why'd you save me?"

"Because I'm impressed with your skills. You took down several cops very nicely. How long have you been a gangster for?"

And so Jason once again was shocked. Was Lady Luck punishing, or helping him? This was the second time that somebody big had come to his aid. He answered questions which Tommy fired at him all the way back to Vercetti Estate.

They ditched the Idaho, and Tommy and Jason walked towards the huge mansion that Jason had only dreamed of. As they made their way in, Jason was amazed: it looked better than he thought. Red carpet was laid all around, pictures hung neatly on the walls, and on the top, was an office overlooking the sea, and to his right, a flat-screen television, VCR and a glass table with every sort of wine imaginable. Tommy headed towards the TV room, and Jason slowly followed.

"Sit yourself down. Wine? I got juice and regular water if you want." Tommy politely asked.

"No thanks." Jason replied, despite his throat being dry after seeing the glorious Vercetti Estate.

"So enlighten me again, what are you doing here in Vice City?" Tommy asked.

"Well, I came here to pick up a package that supposedly would help me find which Mafia family was responsible for killing my father…" Jason looked rather uncomfortable.
"No, no, no need to feel that you're intruding, despite the fact I own most of this city." Tommy laughed.

Jason relaxed a bit, seeing how Tommy had become a more bright man that he had been when he was in 1986.

"Well, we stole the package from the Feds, but then the army at Fort Baxter shot down our jet as we were flying back to San Fierro in San Andreas."

"So, you're kinda marooned here?"

"Yeah, my phone got busted in the crash and the whole crew perished, except from me."

"Well, I could give you jobs, test you out, before we try and find your package again, but let me show you a tour of my mansion." Tommy smiled.

Jason nodded carefully, and he followed Tommy as the former drug lord turned leader and economical builder of Vice City showed him everything he had: a Bell Maverick on the rooftop, a lovely garden with pools and a Sea Sparrow with a built-in machine gun. There was a Squallo speedboat docked, and a maze that provided entrance into the mansion. As they headed inside, Tommy told Jason to find himself an empty room and goes to sleep before he toured him around Vice City and gave him his first job.

As Jason climbed into the comfortable bed and slipped under the warm mattress in his room, he wondered if it was Lady Luck playing tricks on him.

End note: Hope you enjoyed this chapter, although there wasn't much action. Sorry if you thought there wasn't. And of course, there is NO Squallo at the mansion. Only at the boatyard, of course. Next chapter up soon.