Chapter 15
--Done Deal--
There were many flights between Liberty City and Escobar Internation Airport. They were fortunate enough to get one of the flights that was delayed. Nonetheless, the plane was descending down to the runway, the early sun was bright through the plane window. "I wonder where this Ken guy is going to be." Tommy looks out the window as the planes wheels hit against the ground, and it slowly came to a stop. Tommy peers at a slip of paper they gave him before he left. 'Ken Rosenberg' his name was. Tommy looks back at Harry and Lee and nods as they allow the passengers to get off the plane.
There wouldn't be anytime for rest now, thanks to the late flight. The deal was going down in thirty minutes. Tommy peers around looking for the contact. The three look lost standing in front of the airport, all looking in different directions. A cheap, white car finally comes around the corner and comes to a halt in front of them. A geeky looking man with glasses and a poor outfit gets out of the car. "Hry, hey, guys! It's Ken Rosenberg here! Hey!"
They all look at eachother and shrug, then walk toward the car. Ken opens the trunk so they can put their luggage inside. Afterwards he slams down the top. A few moments of silence, and none of them speak until Ken looks at Tommy. "Well, uh, I'm going to drive you guys to the meet, Ok?" "That would be very helpful." "Great! Let's go guys, uh, yeah." Ken walks over to the front door and looks up again before getting in. "Now, I've talked to the suppliers and they are very hu-haaa, keen to start a business relationship so, uh, if all goes wells, uh, we should be doing very nicely for ourselves, which is...you know...good." "You're rambling." "Right."
Ken hops into the drivers seat. Then Tommy gets into the passengers seat, Harry and Lee in the back. The car slowly rolls to a quick speed as the airport gets farther and farther into the distance behind them. "Ok, so. They're brothers, ok. One operates the uh, business. And the other does the flying." "They have a helicopter?" "OH yeah, the one brother is uh, very good at flying. Been doing it for years, and uh, they haven't done much business in this area yet. So, uh, once we get a good business deal going, it should be uh, good."
Ken's white car pulls into the Vice City docks. It's still fairly early in the morning, the sun rising higher in the east. Through the sunlight they see a helicopter coming their way. It comes in quite fast until it sees them, and then the helicopter hovers for a moment, then slowly lands on the ground, a hundred yards or so away from the vehicle. "Ok, that's them in the chopper. They want a straight exchange on open ground. All right? Ok. Stay tight. Let's go." Ken keeps the car running as Tommy, Harry, and Lee exit the car, and make their way across the open ground between them and the helicopter. A man exits the helicopter with a breifcase, and meets them almost half way.
Tommy looks right into the eyes of the hispanic man. "Got it?" "One hundred percent pure grade A columbian, my friend." He says in a boasting tone. "Let me see it." He ignores the request, and then gives one of his own, "Got the greens?" Harry and Lee both open up one briefcase each, showing it to the man. Tommy peers back at the breifcases, "Tens and twenties, used." The hispanic man looks pleased, "I think we have a deal my friend!"
While the two sides talk in an open space in the Vice City docks, a group of armed strangers peer out from behind crates in a small building, with a clear view of the drug deal. Harry and Lee slowly move forward with the briefcases, filled with cash. The strangers all nod to eachother, then pull out from behind the crates and start shooting in the direction of the drug deal. The hispanic man falls from a gunshot, as do Harry and Lee. Tommy, who is in between Harry and Lee gets missed. "Oh shit!!" He ducks, looking around quickly, then diving into Ken's car. "Go on, get out of here! Drive!" The tires squeel as they fly out of the Vice City docks, leaving a bloody mess behind.
After a while, Ken's office is in sight. He makes a sharp turn into an alley, leaving marks on the road from his tires. The entire drive back had been silent. Suddenly Ken yells out, "I poke my head out of the gutter for one freakin' second and fate shovels SHIT in my face!" Tommy reponds, suprisingly calm, "Go get some sleep." "What are you gonna do?" "Ill stop by your office tomorrow and we can start sorting this mess out." Ken nods and then sprints into his office, leaving Tommy to drive wherever he needs to. He quickly makes his way to a hotel.