Chapter 7
--Grand Theft Auto--
"Hey there bro, what's your name?" Greeted a dark skinned man within the jail cell. Also inside are Tommy Vercetti and a hispanic man. "Vercetti." "Ah..." The black man looked around, and over to the hispanic guy. "My name is Jim, and this is Juan." He points over to the hispanic man, who just nods. "Looks like this is your new home. I've been in here two years so far, armed robbery and grand theft auto. Robbed a bank then me and my boys jammed into two stolen cars and busted out of there. How about you?"
Tommy, still not saying much peers up from looking at the ground. "Mass murder...I'll leave it at that." The black man raises an eyebrow, "Wow, that kind of dwarfs my story, eh?" He looks over at the hispanic man. "Juan here is in for selling illegal substances. About twenty full crates actually..." Tommy jerks his head up even more. "Twenty?" Juan pipes up after being silent the entire time. "Oh yeah, shit load o' stuff. Too much to not be noticed I guess. We got a little greedy, ya know amigo?" "Oh I know..." Tommy slowly moves his head down again.
Tommy begins talking again while staring at the floor, "So, what kind of shit do you guys got in this place? Gangs? Rape? Fights? What does a new guy need to know?" Jim starts laughing while he speaks, "Oooooh do we have some rough play in here. I won't go into detail, but just hold your ground, bud." "That won't be a problem, I just don't want to get hit on." Juan, sitting on the bunk bed adds. "There's some gang stuff in here, man. 'Dey are all loco, amigo. Big white gang, owns all the drug movements in the prison here, I don't even know how they get the stuff in here. 'Dey also harass everyone that isn't with them."
Tommy scratches his face, which is unshaven and somewhat scruffy looking. "And what about me?" "Weeeell. We don' want to put ya in a bad situation already amigo, but since you're in here with us, 'dey prob'ly don' like you." A guard walks past their cell patrolling and they all stay quiet as he goes by. Then start talking again when he is out of sight. "That's good, enemies with people already..." "Ju's hold your ground bud, like I said. We'll be alright." "What's this gang called so I know what to look for?" "The Dead Angels." "Sounds like a bunch of pricks to me." "You'll see, bud."