Chapter 3: Sin and Vice (City that is)
1988, Vice City
Tommy Vercetti reclined in his chair, he propped his feet up on his desk. It was good being the drug lord of Vice City. Long leisurely days, all the money and women you could ask for, and the best part was there were so many people under you that you never had to handle problems yourself.
"Tommy, I got a big problem that I need you to handle!" Ken Rosenberg screamed as he ran in, his nervousness showed that he'd had a little too much nose candy.
"Ken, I have oversseventy gangsters and counting, we have ties with the Cubans, the Columbians, and a biker gang, you can't find somebody else?" Tommy asked.
"Tommy, it's a war." Rosenberg said. "What?" Tommy asked. "This just came through the window." Rosenberg replied. Tommy picked up the brick laying on his desk and read the note around it to himself.
"I've had enough of you being the top banana in this city. The Haitians will not sit back and let someone like you rule. If it's a war ye be wanting, it's a war you'll be getting. Tomorrow at noon. The gloves are off boy."
-Auntie Poulet
"This is not good." Tommy said, setting the note down. "You're telling me!" Rosenberg yelled. "Okay, Ken, get on the phone, start calling people, I'll go get some other help."
Tommy ran outside the mansion to his Infernus, he jumped through the window and started the car. "Okay, it's go time." He said as he pulled out of the mansion.
A new apartment building shone in the sun, a limousine pulled up and a man dressed in a cowboy hat stepped out, a young man with glasses stepped out behind him. A white Infernus pulled in and Tommy stepped out.
Avery Carrington chewed on a tooth pick before spitting it out on the ground, he pulled out a small piece of paper and placed a little bit of tobacco init, he rolled it up, licked it, stuck it in his mouth and lit it.
"Tommy, what's the problem?" Carrington asked. "Avery, the Haitians have declared war, on me, on you, on everyone. Could I get your help?" Tommy replied.
"I don't have much of an army, but I'm sure I could come up with something." Carrington replied. "Be at the mansion tomorrow at 11:30. Good to have you on board, I gotta go." Tommy said as he jumped in his Infernus and drove off.
In a café in Little Havana sat a heavy set Cuban man in black pants and a wife beater, he had a thick bushy moustache and a mullet. He was sitting next to two beautiful Latino women.
"Hey, chicas. Why don't you come over here and set on my lap. I do you just like this." Umberto Robina said as he stood up and thrust his hips backwards and forwards.
The women, completely disgusted, got up from the bar and walked away. "Hey baby come back. I was just kidding." Umberto said as Tommy walked in through the back door and sat down in front of the man.
"Hey, Tommy Vercetti what can I do for you?" he asked. "Umberto, we got a problem. The Haitians have declared war, can I trust you and your men to help me?" Tommy asked. "Sure man, you got big cajones, I'll help you." Umberto said.
"I gotta go now Umberto, just be at the mansion on Prawn Island at 11:30." Tommy said as he stood up. "Alright man, I'll be glad to help you." Umberto said.
"Of course it won't actually bethere you fucking coward." Tommy said quietly as he walked out back to the alley and got in his car.
Mercedes Cortez walked down the street, her hips wagging back and forth as she made her way to the Pole Position strip club. Suddenly a white Infernus drove past her, the brakes screeched and the car began to back up.
"I'm off duty fuck fac… Oh, Tommy." Mercedes said, putting her mace back in her purse, as she looked in the window.
"Mercedes, I need you to get a hold of your father. Tell him that the Haitians have declared war and I need all the help that he can give me." Tommy said.
"I'll see what I can do, but you'd better at least take me out to dinner for this." She replied. "Sure thing. Tell him to be at Diaz's old mansion at 11:30. Gotta go." Tommy said, and drove off.
Phil Cassidy sat in his trailer watching "Red Dawn" on his TV. He took his right arm and stuck his finger in his belly button, then he pulled it out and sniffed it. He took a sip of the beer in his hand.
Suddenly he heard brakes squeal outside, followed by the slamming of a car door. Phil grabbed his AK-47 in his right hand and stood in front of the door. He raised the military machine gun up at shoulders level and aimed for the door.
There was a knock on the door, "Who is it?" Phil asked. "Tommy Vercetti!" was the reply from the other side. "How do I know it's you?" Phil asked. "Open this fucking door before I blow your brains out!" Tommy replied.
Phil opened the door, "Tommy! I'd hug you if I still had two arms." He said. "That's alright. This isn't a social call Phil. The Haitians have declared war on us, I'm gonna need all the guns you got, and if you'd be interested in helping, every man is of use." Tommy said.
"Son, ever since I fought in Nam, war's been my middle name. You got my arm." Phil said. "I knew that I could count on you Phil, be at my mansion tomorrow at 11:30. Gotta go." Tommy said and then got back in his car and drove off.
Kent Paul was at the Malibu Club having another unsuccessful day of trying to find someone who would want to go out with him.
Suddenly Tommy Vercetti walked in. He walked up to Kent and signaled for them to go upstairs where it was quiet.
"What's all this then? What do you need ol Paulo for now?" Kent asked. "The Haitians declared war, I want you to call in all your contacts, use all your favors, do whatever, I need all you can get, bring them to my mansion tomorrow at 11:30." Tommy said as he walked downstairs.
"What's the magic word?" Kent asked. "Do it or I'll blow your fucking brains out." Tommy replied. "Close enough." Kent said.
Mitch Baker concentrated heavily on the billiard ball before him, he arched his eyebrow heavily, pulled the pool cue back, and with one quick movement won the game.
The sound of brakes screeching outside was heard and Tommy Vercetti walked into the bar.
"Hey Tommy! Good to see you again." Mitch said lifting up his pool cue and walking towards Tommy.
"Mitch, I ain't got a lot of time to talk, the Haitians declared war, I need your help. Can you do it?" Tommy asked. "Sure thing Tommy, when do you need me and the boys?" Mitch asked. "My mansion on Prawn Island, tomorrow at 11:30, I gotta go."
Later…
Tommy walked back into the mansion. "How is everything?" he asked. "I called Scott at the movie studio, The taxi controller, Old man Kelly at the printing press, Maude at the Ice cream place, Jethro and Dwayne at the boatyard, and I put the strip club, car lot, and Malibu club on lockdown till this whole thing blows over." Rosenberg replied.
"Good job Ken." Tommy said. "What now?" Rosenberg asked. "The only thing we can do…" Tommy said. "…is wait."
The Next Day at 11:30…
Tommy stood on top of the stairs with Ken next to him, below were everyone he had gotten a hold of. There were at least a hundred thugs down on the first floor, Tommy hoped that that would be enough.
Avery Carrington walked up the stairs, Donald Love following close behind. "Boy there's nothing that brings retail values down like a good old fashioned gang war… besides an outbreak ofplague that is." He said.
"You got that right. I'll probably have to spend millions remodeling this place." Tommy replied. Avery handed Tommy a card, "Give me a call."
"So what did you bring Avery?" Tommy asked. "I got all my construction workers together, armed em, and brought em here. I say I brought about twenty, twenty-five guys to help you out." Carrington replied.
Umberto Robina was next coming up the stairs with his main general Pepebehind him. "How many did you bring Umberto?" Tommy asked. "Thirty of my best men, they have big cajones, almost as big as yours amigo." Umberto replied.
"I'm surprised that he had the cajones to come himself." Tommy whispered to Carrington. Avery smiled and nodded solemnly.
Next up the stairs was Colonel Juan Cortez with his right hand man Gonzalez and his daughter Mercedes. "Colonel good to see you again, I wish it could have been on better terms." Tommy said.
"Agreed my friend, when Mercedes called me with the news I hired the best Columbian mercenaries I could find, I broughtten to help you along withfifteen of my own men." Cortez replied. "Thanks Juan, every little bit helps." Tommy replied.
Mitch Baker walked up and stood next to Tommy, "I guess my cavalry wasn't much compared to the cavalry the rest of these guys brought, hell I onlygot seven guys." He said. "I guarantee we'll need all of them." Tommy said.
Phil hobbled up the stairs with a mini-gun strapped on his back. "Howdy boys. Are you ready to kick some Haitian ass?" he asked.
"You know it Phil. Who'd you bring?" Tommy asked. "Few old army buddies that hang around Ammunation, thought they might be of service to you." Phil said.
The clock on the wall began to ding. One time. Everyone grabbed their guns. Two times. Everyone stood at ready.
Three times. "So how many do you think the Haitians brought?" Avery asked. Four times. "Probably somewhere around five hundred, but they're just armed with machine guns." Tommy replied.
Five times. "Woohoo! Feels like I'm in Nam all over again!" Phil shouted. Six times. One Haitian walked out in front of the doors. Seven times. Everyone let loose a volley of bullets. By the time the gunfire stopped the gang member was unrecognizable.
Eight times. Another group of Haitians ran in. Nine times. This second group was mowed down just as the first guy was. Ten times. "See these guys are pussies! We'll be able to take them out!" Umberto said.
Eleven times. Everyone seemed confident they could win. Twelve times. The sounds of sirens could be heard along with the whir of helicopter blades.
SWAT team members crashed through the windows, Haitians, cops, and soldiers flooded into the mansion side by side.
"Those bastards teamed up with the cops! Split up!" Tommy said and everyone scattered in separate directions.
Mitch Baker…
Mitch Baker and his men went into the little bar area on the east side of the mansion. SWAT members were running in one by one.
Mitch pulled a sawn off and blasted one of the SWAT guys in the face. A Haitian rushed in carrying a bat, his face met the end of a tire iron from one of the bikers. Another biker peeked around the corner and shot a soldier in the head.
"Child's play." Mitch said. Suddenly a small metal device rolled into the room. "Grenade!" Mitch yelled as he ran for thedoor. Heand three bikers got clear of the explosion in time.
Mitch stood up and started firing rounds from his shotgun. One soldier took a hit in the chest and fell to his knees. He dove behind a concrete pillar with two of his men as a soldier sprayed the area with bullets. The other biker didn't move in time and was mowed down.
"Okay, we got a problem here. They've got machine guns, we've got shotguns. We're screwed." One of the bikers said.
"Maybe not. I got a plan." Mitch said as he ran from behind the pillar to a large flower pot. "Alright boys, when I say go, jump out." Mitch said.
Mitch threw his gun out in the middle of the floor. "I wanna surrender!" he said. He stood up slowly with his hands in the air. He walked around the flower pot and stood behind the soldiers, they turned to look at him.
"Well boys, sorry for all the trouble I caused but I guess I'll have to GO!" Mitch said, the two bikers popped up as Mitch hit the floor.
The soldiers turned around too late as the bikers fired their shotguns repeatedly, tearing ten soldiers apart. Only three were left.
The three remaining soldiers took cover from the two offending bikers, completely forgetting about Mitch. He grabbed an M-16 from the corpse of a soldier and popped off the three firing at his men.
As he shot the third soldier, a burning pain shot through his chest, followed by one in his arm, and one in his leg. Mitch turned around to face a group of Haitians. "It never fucking ends." He said.
The other bikers came from behind their cover and began firing at the Haitians. Mitch felt another bullet hit him in the leg, the Haitians kept firing and so did the bikers.
Both the bikers took fatal hits and Mitch took two more to the shoulder. Mitch fell to one knee and breathed heavily, they had punctured a lung when they shot him in the chest.
One of the Haitians walked up to him. Mitch raised his M-16 but the Haitian knocked the gun out of his hands and it slid across the floor out of reach.
The Haitian pointed the gun at Mitch's head, he simply gasped heavily trying to catch his breath. "Goodbye biker man." The Haitian said as he pulled the hammer back.
In his mind, Mitch could see the bullet load into the chamber. Mitch looked into the Haitian's eyes, darkness, not any sign of a soul behind them.
"I got one thing to say before I go." Mitch said. "Next time you point a gun at somebody, remember to take the safety off."
As the Haitian looked down at his gun, Mitch punched him in the balls and rolled behind a large flower pot. He spied his sawn-off and grabbed it.
Without looking, he raised the shotgun above his head and fired behind him. He heard the Haitian he had punched scream in pain. The other Haitians began to fire at the flower pot.
Mitch knew he was screwed, he'd run out of ammo before they would. That was when he noticed a soldier next to him, on the soldier's belt were four grenades.
Mitch held the handle on the grenade down and pulled the pin, he took his shotgun and tossed it in the air. The Haitians looked up he Mitch rolled the grenade in amongst them.
As the Haitians turned their attention back to Mitch, the grenade exploded sending Haitians flying.
Mitch looked behind him. There was blood and body parts everywhere, those Haitians that weren't dismembered were fatally wounded.
Mitch let out a sigh, he felt like he was dying, he wanted to rest but he knew that he couldn't. He took off his belt and wrapped it tightly around his knee. He ripped off pieces of his shirt to stop the bleeding on the other parts of his body.
Mitch took the other three grenades and put them in his pockets. He grabbed an M-16, made sure it was fully loaded, grabbed his sawn-off and staggered to his feet.
"Well, let's go." Mitch said to himself as he limpedout the front door hallway, the sound of gunfire getting closer as he drug himself along.
Phil Cassidy…
Phil and his army of ten had gone outside into the hedge maze to the east of the mansion. They were all trained soldiers (even Phil, who despite what he said, had never actually gone to war) and they knew war tactics.
A Haitian ran around the corner and caught a machete in the throat from one of the veterans. The veteran raised a ruger pistol and shot the gangster in the stomach.
There was talking heard, but Phil couldn't make out what was being said. Another Haitian wandered in the maze, when the veteran swung at him with the machete he ducked.
The Haitian lunged with the knife and cut the veteran's jugular vein. He fell to the ground with his hand on his neck, bleeding to death. Another veteran popped around the corner and shot the Haitian between the eyes.
The veteran drug the Haitian over to the group, "What's that beeping noise?" Phil asked, kicking the body over and ripping his shirt open.
There inside the Haitian's shirtwas ten pounds of C4 on a detonator with three seconds left on the clock. "Well… shit." Phil said.
There was a large fireball that spread from the middle of the maze and mushroomed outwards.
Phil sat up, he was on a hill overlooking the maze, he counted the number of corpses, twelve. His entire platoon was dead.
He saw the Haitians rush into maze, there were probably thirty or so of them. "You bastards." Phil said, he raised his minigun and fired on the maze. Most of the Haitians hit the dirt but a few were mowed down by the bullets from the massive machine gun.
A resounding click sounded, Phil looked down at his gun, "Damn, it's jammed." Phil said as he dropped the gun. He pulled a .45 and fired of ten shots into the maze, managing two kills and a wounding.
Phil was out of ammo for the first time in his life. There was no chance that he could fix the gun jam in time, but he wasn't going down without a fight. He pulled a combat knife out of his boot.
As Phil walked backwards slowly, he tripped over something and fell to the ground. Luckily he didn't stab himself on the way down.
Phil examined the item, it was a small wooden keg with a stopper in the top. The letters on the keg spelled out the word, "Boomshine"
An evil smile spread across Phil's face as he pulled off his shoe and took his sock off, he stuffed the sock in the barrel and lit it.
"Here boys. Have a drink, on me." Phil said as he chucked the barrel into the maze. An explosion much larger than the one created by the C4 rose from the center of the maze, body parts hit the ground around Phil.
"It's got a bite to it, but if you can hack it it'll make a man outta you." Phil said as he fixed the jam in his minigun and shouldered it again. He placed his boot back on and walked towards the mansion to help Tommy and the others.
Colonel Cortez…
The colonel was standing in the back yard with Gonzalez, his ten mercenaries, and fifteen of his own soldiers. Mercedes, Donald Love, and Ken Rosenberg had fled in Tommy's speed boat. It was for the better, they would have just gotten in the way anyway.
Police officers rushed out onto the lawn, all of the men opened fire with their M-16s. The first wave of officers was wiped out, one managed to get one shot off and hit a Columbian in the head.
Another wave of police officers came from the mansion, but from theright a group of soldiers came around the corner, to theleft a group of Haitians, and from behind came the coast guard.
"Fight, we have to win. I want six men on each side, pick your shots carefully, shoot to kill." Cortez said as he pointed his M-16 in the direction of the police officers.
Gonzalez took aim at the Coast guard behind them and took out three of the weekend soldiers on one of the boats. The coast guard replied by firing back, Gonzalez took cover, but four Columbians didn't duck in time.
The Haitians opened fire and killed another two more of Cortez's men, five Haitians were killed in the shoot out. Cortez turned to the Haitians and killed seven more.
The soldiers and mercenaries fought for control of the battlefield. It turned out that the soldiers' superior numbers more than made up for the mercenaries' superior skill. Five mercenaries were killed by the soldiers.
"Change formation! Three on each side!" Cortez shouted as he took out all of the police officers, who were followed by another wave that more than made up for the losses.
The numbers of cops, Haitians, and soldiers increased. "We're being overwhelmed!" Gonzalez said as he fired a round into an approaching wave of Haitians. "We hold fast and we do not give up!" Cortez said.
Suddenly the sound of Haitians dying rapidly and heavy automatic fire was heard from the east. Everyone turned their eyes to the East to see Phil mowing down waves of Haitians with a minigun.
From the West came three explosions and soldiers flew through the air, some horribly mutilated. M-16 fire was heard and even more soldiers dropped to the ground dead.
Soon Mitch Baker, in horrible shape, limped through the crowd, killing soldiers left and right. The M-16 soon ran out of bullets and he threw it to the ground, he started blasting soldiers with his sawn-off shotgun.
Phil turned towards the ocean and opened fire with the minigun. One by one, each of the Coast Guard's boats were demolished. Those coast guards that were left, the Columbians wiped out.
With the other distractions out of the way, they all turned their guns on the police officers, obviously outgunned the officers fled into the mansion. Phil and Mitch made their way to the Columbians.
The three men sat down against a small wall, all three of them were injured. Mitch was full of bullet holes, Phil was burned and had several pieces of shrapnel lodged in him, even Cortez had taken a few bullets.
"Got a smoke?" Mitch asked. Phil reached in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Mitch placed one in his mouth and Phil lit it for him.
"All my guys are dead, how you holding up Phil?" Mitch asked. "Same." Phil replied. "How bout you Colonel?" Cortez began to count, "Well aside from Gonzalez and I, I have five mercenaries and eleven of my own men. Thanks to you two." He said.
The sound of gunshots was heard from the second floor of the mansion in Tommy's office. "We'd better go." Mitch said, puffing on his cigarette. The three men got up and were followed inside by Gonzalez and Cortez's sixteen man army.
Umberto Robina…
After going throughout the halls of the mansion, Umberto, Pepe, and the twenty-five of his men that were left were now cornered in Tommy's office by the SWAT team and the Haitians.
A group of three Haitians rushed into the room, three Cubans came out with bats and killed the gangsters, only to receive death from a SWAT member with a shotgun.
Umberto and Pepe were behind Tommy's desk. Umberto had never been in battle, usually he just sent his men to do his bidding, but he thought he owed Tommy.
Pepe popped out from behind the desk and managed to kill two Haitians and a SWAT.
Four Cubans with Uzis opened fire and riddled the doorway with bullets, taking out seven Haitians and five SWATs. The Haitians returned fire and managed to take out the Cubans.
"My men. You have huge cajones, we attack together, even if it means death!" Umberto said, he stood up, a bullet grazed his arm and he fell to the floor. "I'm injured! Go without me!" Umberto said.
"It's just a flesh wound you pussy." Pepe said as he took out two more Haitians. "Fine, I'll go too." Umberto said. "Charge!"
All eighteen Cubans along with Pepe and Umberto charged the door. They all began to fire and the number of Haitians and SWATS began to dissipate. "They're running away, those pussies!" Umberto said.
About that time Phil, Cortez, and Mitch came up the stairs. "Are you alright? How many do you have left?" Cortez asked.
Umberto was speechless, he thought that he had won his first battle. But it turned out that he had been saved. Pepe was turned around counting, "We have eight left." He said.
"We'll probably need them. Has anyone seen Tommy or Avery?" Mitch asked. Everyone shook their head no. As if on cue, gunfire was heard on the roof above them. "Let's go." Pepe said and they all ran for the stairs.
Tommy Vercetti and Avery Carrington…
Tommy and Avery were cornered on the roof, surrounded by Haitians, cops, SWATs, and soldiers. Tommy had thirty five men of the sixty that he'd had before the battle had started. Avery was down to ten out of his original twenty five.
"Well it was nice knowing you Avery." Tommy said. "Likewise Tommy, let's give em hell." Avery replied. They both opened fire on all their enemies before them.
The Vercetti gang and the Carrington Union rushed forward and opened fire on the Haitians and law enforcement. Muzzles blazed bright orange as the biggest gunfight in the history of Vice City took place on the roof of the mansion.
A rocket flew from the air and took out most ofAvery and Tommy's soldiers, a second finished them off. It was just Tommy and Avery against Vice City. Everyone raised their guns.
"Hold your fire!" a voice came over a bullhorn. A helicopter landed on the roof of the mansion and an old Haitian woman walked out with two Ingrams and an AK-47 hanging from a strap on her shoulder.
"Auntie Poulet." Tommy said as the woman walked up to him. "Tommy, I told ya if it's war ye be wantin, it's war ye be gettin." She raised her Ingrams and placed one against Tommy's head, the other against Avery's. "I'll be enjoyin this." She said.
She began to squeeze the trigger, but all of the sudden a large explosion sent law enforcement and Haitians flying through the air. Lots of automatic fire followed along with more explosions.
Tommy and Avery took advantage of the distraction and tackled Auntie Poulet. Tommy punched her in the face, knocking her out instantly, then he grabbed two of her guns and opened fire on the opposition.
Phil mowed down the enemies with his Minigun, Mitch had an AK-46, Cortez had an M-16, Pepe had two Uzis, and Gonzalez had a rocket launcher. They were tearing through the Haitians and law enforcement.
"One rocket left Colonel." Gonzalez said. "Make it count." Cortez replied. Gonzalez surveyed the area and spied a cluster of fuel barrels in front of the helipad. He fired the rocket and an explosion covered half of the roof.
Fifteen Minutes Later…
Tommy, Avery, Umberto, Colonel Cortez, Pepe, Gonzalez, Mitch, and Phil stood on the roof surrounded by corpses. Aside from them and the passed out Auntie Poulet, they were the only ones left alive.
Auntie Poulet stirred awake, "Tommy?" she said with fear in her eyes. "That's right you demented bitch. I'm alive, and you're the only Haitian left alive on this property. How does that make you feel?" Tommy asked.
"Please…" Auntie Poulet said, fear in her eyes. "I'm an old woman." "An old woman who controls a third of Vice City. Diaz pleaded too, but you're about as helpless as a poisonous cobra. Which suits you great you Haitian cunt. Don't think I've forgotten about you hypnotizing me to kill the Cubans. You've had this coming for a long time."
Tommy pulled out a .45 pistol and pressed it against Auntie Poulet's face, tears streamed down her face. "Please." She begged as she sobbed. "It's too late for please." Tommy replied and pulled the trigger.
A fountain of blood and brain matter flew from the back of Auntie Poulet's skull as her lifeless body flopped harmlessly onto the ground. "Well it's over." Tommy said.
Suddenly sirens were heard below. Everyone walked to the edge and looked over. Cops, SWATs, soldiers, Coast Guard, covered Prawn Island, police cars, SWAT vans, FBI cars, Tanks, Barracks OLs, behind the mansion was an entire fleet.
"We're fucked." Tommy said. Suddenly planes flew through the air, they flew low over Prawn Island, as they did bombs dropped out of the bottoms of the planes. Thenthey flew off.
Explosions rocked all of Prawn island, as the bombs hit. After the smoke and rubble cleared, all of the law enforcement was destroyed. All the cops were dead. "What… the… fuck…" Tommy said.
Everyone turned as a Hunter helicopter landed on the roof and Kent Paul walked out. "Hey Tommy, how'd you like my favor?" Paul asked. "You did this?" Tommy asked.
"Sure, Nick Collins in London owed me a favor. He knew a bunch of British mercenaries with some access to bombers." Paul replied. "Wow, I just thought that you decided to wimp out and leave town." Tommy said. "And leave me number one mate to die? Hardly." Paul replied.
Two weeks later…
Tommy sat in his office on the phone, "Well yeah. I suppose if you want to go to Los Santos with Candy to really start your career that's fine Steve. What's this non-porno movie that you're directing anyway?" he asked, "Oh, not the fucking giant shark thing again, Jesus H. Christ Steve. Oh fine, just go. Be sure to write."
Tommy hung up the phone. Within seconds it rang, "Hello? Jethro? You and Dwaine are going to San Andreas? Okay whatever. Bye." He said and hung the phone up again.
Again the phone rang, "Phil? You're leaving too? Liberty City? Why? Old army buddy? Phil you were never in the fucking army you… Phil? Phil? Fucking prick hung up on me." Tommy said hanging up the phone.
Tommy turned on the Radio, "This is VROCK. Hello, I'm Lazlo and this will be my last day in Vice City. I'm going to San Andreas to work for WCTR talk radio on a show called Entertaining America, hosted by me, Lazlow."
Tommy grunted angrily and turned the radio again, "This is Emotion and I am Fernando. Today is my last show, I will be leaving to host a show called Lonely Hearts on WCTR radio in San Andreas, I must spread my gift to find love for those who are fat and ugly." Fernando said.
Tommy took the radio and smashed it on the ground, at this point Ken walked in. "Hey Tommy, is this a bad time?" he asked. "No Ken, what do you want?" he asked.
"Well, I've been going to rehab. I've been off the blow for two weeks now, and I started think about my life. Tommy, I'm a mob lawyer. I'm either gonna go down in a hail of gunfire, or a car bombing, or something. Please Tommy, I want out." Ken said.
Tommy was about to say no until he looked into Ken's eyes. Ken's eyes looked desperate, they begged with Tommy more than Ken did.
Tommy sighed, "Fine, get the hell out of here. Have a nice life." "Thank you Tommy. I'll never forget you." Ken said. "Just get out of her before I change my mind." Tommy replied.
As Ken walked out, Kent walked in. "Ah Kent. What's up with you?" Tommy asked. "I've joined a band. Bloke named Maccer asked me to join his band as lead vocalist. So I'm leaving for London tonight." He said. "You too?" Tommy asked. "Fraid so." Kent replied. "Okay, see you." Tommy said.
Avery walked in, "Well Tommy. I got you mansion all fixed up, did some add ons, and on that note, I think I'll retire." "You mean from this mansion right?" Tommy asked. "Not quite, I'm old Tommy. Older than I look, that's part of the reason why I'm training Donald, so he can take over." Avery said.
"Is it because of two weeks ago?" Tommy asked. "Yes and no, I've been ready to retire for a while, but that gang war really wore me out. Think I'll go to Missouri to Gateway City. It's a nice place I've heard, Donald's leaving for Liberty." Avery said.
"Well Avery, I'm really gonna miss you man." Tommy said. "Same her Tommy, I'll see you later." Avery said, and with that he left.
Tommy leaned forward on his desk. Thanks to the bombing, he'd won huge amounts of fear from Vice City. The police wouldn't even touch him, but almost everyone he liked was leaving.
It was okay being the crime lord of Vice City, but he'd wanted to start a new life after he'd gotten out of prison, that was part of the reason why he'd bought all the businesses, but they were all crooked.
The two businesses he had the highest hopes for were the ice cream place and the printing press.
He wanted to do the right thing by making little kids happy, instead it was to distribute coke throughout the city.
The printing press brought back good memories of his father, the times when he wasn't drunk off his ass. But it was for conterfeiting.
Tommy sighed and picked up the phone, "Hello. Mercedes? How does Italian sound for dinner? Pick you up at 8:00? It's a date, see you there." He said and hung up.
Next chapter, we go back to Liberty City to meet Claude and Catalina together for the very first time.