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T Tommy Vercetti Chapter
C CJ Chapter
Broke
Tommy looks out the large glass windows of the hotel, light morning fog coming in from the ocean, long stretches of beach go until out of sight. The street itself outside the hotel was fairly quiet, some bulky cars parked near the side walk, some tourists roller skating down the street. Tommy slowly picks up the phone after pacing a few times, and begins to dial.
"Hello Sonny."
"Tommy! Tommy, it's been too long."
"I know, I know, you're just overwhelmed with emotion" Tommy says, his usual tone of sarcasm present.
"Fifteen years, seems like only yesterday." Sonny exclaims, in a reminiscing tone.
"I guess thats a perspective thing." Tommy responds, obviously in a horrible mood.
"Hey, doing time for the family is no piece of cake." Sonny snaps back quickly, then adds, "but the family looks after its own, alright?" Anxious to change the subject, he moves on. "So, how'd the deal go, you sitting on some white gold, ready for a good old southern celebration, huh?"
Tommy sighs deeply, "Look Sonny we were set-up, it was an ambush." Tommy's voice becomes softer and saddened, "Harry and Lee are dead."
Sonny's distinctive voice pierces over the phone, "You better be kiddin me Tommy, please tell me you still got the money, many of our associates paid dearly to get this operation set up."
A long pause comes from Tommy's end, "...No Sonny...I don't have the money." His voice remains suprisingly calm.
"That was MY MONEY, MY MONEY! You better not be screwing me Tommy. YOU KNOW I'm not a man to be screwed with!" Sonny's voice blares out of the phone, almost audible to the rest of the first floor hotel.
"Wait, Sonny. You have my personal assurance I will get your money back, and mail you the dicks of those responsible for this mess. You know I'm not a man to be screwed with either."
"Hey, I already know that. You're no fool Tommy, but let me warn you, neither am I." Sonny's voice returns to normal, the assurance apparently calming him down for now. "If it was anyone else, you'd be DEAD already, but since it's you...and we have history, I'll let you handle things. Just don't get distracted in the pleasantries of Vice City, we don't have the resources for that."
"Look Sonny, you have my word."
"Ill be in touch", the phone clicks off immediately after Sonny's closing.
"Now what am I going to do. He's going to be on my ass big time now."
Tommy looks down at the large phone in his hand for a moment, as if thinking, then leaps up from his spot on the couch and slams the phone onto the ground, the back panel flinging off into the air, and the rest sliding a few feet on the slippery hard floor. It was time to get to work.