Jason awoke to a stream of blazing daylight in his room. That, was the best sleep I've had for months, he thought to himself. He picked himself up and looked for his clothes, to find a new orange Hawaiian shirt and a black tracksuit. Deciding that would be better, he dressed in it and headed over to the TV room, where Tommy was waiting.
"Hi Jason. Come one; let's get you settled with breakfast. We take breakfast in groups." Tommy explained.
He pointed at several of his men tucking into large plates of eggs and bacon.
"We get them from the Café Robina. Best damn café in Little Havana. Have a seat; they'll get you some breakfast." Tommy politely told Jason.
Jason sat on the couch, and ate his breakfast; it was very good: the bacon was rindless and the eggs were soft and well-cooked.
Afterwards, Tommy must have been very impressed with Jason, or it might have been luck, as he and Jason sat in the back of one of Tommy's white Stretch limousines as they made their way around all Tommy's properties. Jason was impressed by the boatyard, and the car showroom, both of which had some real sweet rides, but he was kinda confused by the old ice-cream lady who screamed at Jason about a child.
"Ignore her." Tommy muttered as they headed back into the Stretch.
"Why? Mr. Vercetti?" Jason asked curiously.
"I'm not sure…I think she's mentally unstable or something. Anyone, nothing to worry about." Tommy replied dryly, frowning at Maude the ice-cream lady.
After another hour, they were driving back across the Leaf Links Bridge back towards Starfish Island.
"Okay, let's explain your first job." Tommy told Jason.
He pulled the barrel of a sleek black Beretta M9 Dolphin from the glove compartment.
"These drug dealers are trying to reintroduce Vice City with yay. I thought I told those crack assholes to shut up otherwise I'd blow their brains out. Now, there are these Haitians having a deal with these guys at the junkyard in two hours today. Ambush the deal, and lose any heat and destroy any drugs you find there." Tommy calmly instructed Jason.
They approached Little Haiti. Jason noticed the limo driver try as carefully as he could to avoid any Haitians. Unfortunately, he didn't get anywhere. A group of Haitians fired upon the Stretch.
"I knew this would happen! Come on, Jason, take these. Matt, take us back to the mansion, DOUBLE TIME!" Tommy yelled, handing Jason two Uzis.
Tommy fired out of the window with the Beretta in his hand, and Jason cut open with his Uzis, spraying at the hostile gang members. They took half of them down and sent them others running off. The limo sped away, back to the estate.
"Wimps." Tommy muttered, slipping the Beretta back in the glove compartment.
They climbed out of the limousine and headed back into Tommy's office.
"That was pretty good." Tommy commented as they sat in his office.
"Thank you, Mr. Vercetti." Jason replied.
"Hey, no need to be such formal. Call me Tommy."
Jason shrugged, and he went over to the pool to have a dip with several of Vercetti's other men. The pool was well-heated, and there was another section where it was cool. Jason would have loved to live like this, but he realised that he had to still admire that Tommy had a whole city to control, unlike who had others to actually do the things they wanted.
However, as his job drew closer, Jason couldn't help feeling nervous. He had lost the package, and the Triads in San Fierro would be wondering like crazy about what was going on. Not being able to stand it anymore, Jason went over and knocked on Tommy's office's door.
"Ah Jason. What do you want?" Tommy asked.
"Sorry, Tommy, but could I kind of use your phone?" Jason asked. Despite seemingly earning the man's trust, Jason still was rather uncomfortable.
"Okay, sure. There's a phone in your room, I believe they put it in while we were out."
"Thanks, Tommy."
He went over to his room, and dialled the number on Suzie's mobile phone.
"Hello, this Suzie? It's me, Jason." Jason said as the phone was answered.
"Jason? God, where have you been? What the hell's going-"came Suzie's voice, not calmly like when he usually was.
"No, Mr Su Xi, it's fine. Actually, it isn't. It's a long story. I'll tell you."
So Jason told about what had happened over the last two days. When he finished, Suzie was calmer.
"Okay, so do you think Tommy Vercetti can aid us in retrieving the package?" Suzie asked.
"But the problem is that I think that the package was destroyed in the crash." Jason replied.
There was a long silence. Then, Suzie said:
"Okay. I'll speak to you later."
"I'm on a job for the next couple of hours. For Mr. Vercetti." Jason told Woozie's assistant.
"Okay. See you around."
Jason slowly put down the phone. He hadn't really thought about the package probably being destroyed in the explosion. Or maybe the package they retrieved had been a decoy by the Feds. And what was coming tied up a couple of loose ends.
There was a knock on Jason's door.
"Hey, Jason, sorry if I was disturbing. I got some news for you." Tommy said, opening the door.
"No, its fine, Tommy." Jason replied.
"Okay, well, we've hacked into the VCPD HQ headquarters and we've discovered that the FBI are trying to move a package across over to Liberty. Your package was a decoy. However, we don't know where the package is."
"Okay, thanks a lot, Tommy, for helping me since I got into Vice City."
"No problem."
As Tommy left the room, Jason wondered how he had got so much respect from Tommy in so little time. He can't have been surprised by a guy who could handle a gun well.
Eventually, it was time for the deal.
"Okay, Jason, the deal at the junkyard. The crack dealers are going to pull up in three Sentinels, and the Haitians will pull up in Voodoos. Kill everybody there, and bring back the cash. And also, there's been a paparazzo that has been sneaking around the movie studio, trying to get photos of my female movie stars, I believe. Frame him by putting the drugs you took, and place them into the trunk of his Admiral. I've already tipped the cops off about the paparazzo, and they're prepared to find his stash. Draw him near the cops blockading the bridge to Downtown." Tommy handed Jason two silenced pistols, an Uzi, some grenades, a mask to disguise him and a shotgun.
Jason walked slowly over to the Patriot that Tommy let him borrow, and placed the shotgun in the seat next to him, and the handguns in the glove department. Then, he drove off.
He hung around by the entrance of the junkyard, and waited for the drug dealers to come. At nearly exact time that Tommy had informed him, three Sentinels pulled up and the men inside got out. Jason gulped slightly. They were twelve of them, all carrying Uzis and two holding briefcases of drugs. The Haitians that followed a couple of minutes weren't as well armed, all with pistols and only two with dual pistols. They headed towards the junkyard.
As fast as he could, Jason jacked an Esperanto and blocked the entrance to the junkyard. He pulled out his two silenced pistols and waited for the deal to end. The Haitians came first, three men walking by and noticing the roadblock created by the Esperanto. Immediately, Jason pulled the pin of a grenade, and tossed it accurately at the Esperanto. The powerful explosive blew, sending the three Haitians flying, and send the gang members behind them diving for cover. The explosion created by the crippled Esperanto finished them off.
Jason ran out, and with his silenced pistols, opened fire on the drug dealers. Spraying wildly, he took four down. He crouched back behind the Patriot, and cocked the shotgun. He fired it at the drug dealers, taking two down with the spread, before pumping it and repeating the same thing. Luckily for him, the dealers weren't too bright. They made a run for their cars, rather than for him, allowing Jason to put a few more holes in them, before jumping into his Patriot and giving chase.
The strong Hummer reduced the remaining Sentinel into scrap metal within a couple of T-bones and P.I.T manoeuvrers. The dealers ran out, and Jason easily slammed them to the ground with the Patriot. He turned around, and he raced towards the Voodoo that contained the two remaining Haitians that had recovered from the grenade blast. The Patriot crushed the hydraulic car with a head-on ram, and sent it smashing into a wall, blowing it up.
Jason got out, and he walked back to the junkyard, where he found the cases that Tommy had requested him to take. He drove over to Prawn Island, after passing the police roadblock, and over to InterGlobal Films, where he saw a man with a camera peeking around.
"Hey, mate, if you want a look, check it from the side." Jason called at the man.
The paparazzo, looking surprised and a bit guilty, walked to the side.
Jason rushed towards the Admiral the man was supposedly driving in, and he opened the back, stuffing the case of dope in the trunk, which had been left open for a likely quick escape. He shut the trunk, put the mask on, and he walked back to his Patriot, driving it near the Admiral before walking back to the paparazzo. Quickly, he pointed his silenced pistol at the paparazzo and yelled:
"Don't move a muscle, asshole!"
The paparazzo ran. Jason took a couple of deliberate pegshots that missed him, as if acting his part, and he got in his Patriot.
The Admiral tried to race back to Vice Point, but Jason slid across and covered. The paparazzo had no choice but to head for Downtown, where the police stopped him. The paparazzo had fallen in the trap, and as the police arrested him, Jason grinned and went back to Tommy to tell him the good news.