Tony Montana: Scarface Part 2
Dark Sploosh
Author's Note: After another long break, I bring you the next chapter in Scarface 2! (It would have been an even longer wait, but I was playing Vice City recently and it inspired me to write the next chapter). Please enjoy.
Chapter 5: Speed
Tony heard his cell ring and he reached into his pocket and grabbed it. He and Pablo were still driving away from Mr. Bob's warehouse, and Tony was in no mood for any shit.
"Who the fuck is this?" Tony asked.
"This is Mack Vernhoff," said the voice of a man on the other line, "I presume this is Tony Montana?"
"How'd you get my number?" Tony demanded.
"Easy man, those of us in the same business have ways, correct? Anyways, I'm calling you to let you know that I've been watching you Tony. Now, I don't care what delusions you have, but if you want to get back to the way you were, you're gonna have to work for some people."
"I work for no one except myself, understand?"
"Tony, please, hear me out. So what if half the gangsters in Miami want to work for you. So what if you were the King of Coke? The point is, you're gonna' have to face some facts. You're small time now."
Tony didn't reply. He was ready to toss the phone out onto the road.
"Tony, just come work for me for a bit, I think you'll find it worth your while. I'm at 1136 East Shore Street in downtown. Come by and visit me some time."
"Maybe," said Tony, and then hung up.
"What was that about?" asked Pablo.
"Some guy called Mack Vernhoff just asked me to work for him. Fuckhead."
"Mack Vernhoff? Damn Tony, I think should accept. Ever since you, uh, fell down the criminal stepladder, Vernhoff's been one of the foremost crime bosses in the city. Rumor has it that he has ties to the Mafia even."
"The Mafia, huh?" asked Tony.
"Yeah. Why don't you just check it out Tony?"
Tony stared at the dashboard for a good time, debating what to do. If he accepted, he may lose reputation as a master instead of a follower. Then again, maybe working for this Vernhoff guy would help him get back to where he used to be faster. Finally, Tony decided.
"We'll leave tomorrow," he announced.
The next day, at noon, Pablo got Tony and they set off for the address that Vernhoff had left. It was a much better place than Tony's safe-house. A two story luxury condo with a garden and an underground swimming pool. As Tony got out of Pablo's car, he told him to wait in the car, in case anything goes wrong.
"Okay man, but take this." Pablo opened the glove box and pulled out a Colt .45 handgun. He handed it to Tony and wished him good luck. Tony nodded, slid the gun into his suit, and entered the front yard.
"Hey, Tony, get over here." Tony looked to his immediate right as he entered the yard to see a man dressed in a blue suit with short brown hair relaxing in a lawn chair. Tony approached the man, who held out his hand. Tony shook it.
"You Vernhoff?" Tony asked.
"Please, call me Mack," he insisted.
"Fine, Mack. What do you want? I can't stay in public for very long."
"You have nothing to worry about Tony. All the cops patrolling this and every nearby block are on my payroll. You don't have to worry about them."
Tony almost laughed at that. Despite last night's phone conversation, he had decided that he already liked Mack.
Mack reached into his suit and pulled out a cell phone. He dialed a number and waited. Then, into the phone, he said, "I've got Montana. He'll be meeting you as planned. You've got everything ready? Good." He hung up the phone and looked at Tony. "I'm sorry that we have to get down to business so soon, but what I need done needs to happen now. Have you heard of the gang of Cuban refugees that has been waging war with me recently?"
"No," Tony replied.
"Well, they keep ruining my business around Miami. I have a lot of buyers and merchandise I need to get around town. However, the Cubans have been making things difficult. They keep hijacking my shipments and taking what they find for their own. Tony, one of the Cuban gang leaders is currently at a diner near Freedom Town. I would like it if you could put him out of commission."
"What do I get for this?" Tony asked.
"Hmm, I've got something good in mind. I'd rather keep it a surprise. For now, I have a friend of mine, named Carl, who is waiting for you near the diner. He's in a red Ferrari. Meet up with him, and he'll explain the rest. Good luck, Tony."
"Alright, but that surprise better be good."
Tony left the yard and got into Pablo's car.
"You know where the diner is near Freedom Town?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Take us there."
When they arrived, Tony immediately spotted the Ferrari in the alleyway behind the diner.
"Pablo, go back to the safe-house and wait for me," Tony instructed as he got out.
"Just be careful chico."
As Pablo took off, Tony cautiously approached the car. Sitting in the front seat was a tall black man in a red Hawaiian shirt and jeans.
"You Carl?" Tony asked.
"Only if you're Tony," he replied.
"Yeah. How we gonna' do this?"
Carl motioned for Tony to get in. As he did so, Carl popped on the radio to a rock station.
"Okay man, see, we can't actually kill him when he's in the diner, cause someone will probably call the cops and we don't need that shit. We wait for him to leave, get in his car and drive off. Then we follow and drive-by his ass into oblivion. Okay?"
"Fine, you gonna' drive?"
"Yeah. Oh, take this." Carl reached under the seat and pulled out an Uzi. Tony grabbed it and got ready. Five minutes later, the gang leader left the diner and got into his car. From what Tony could see, there were three other gang members in the car, one of which was the driver. As the car started to pull away, Carl floored the pedal. The Ferrari shot forwards and Tony was pushed against his seat by the inertia as the tires burned out. Almost instantly, they were side-by-side with the gang car, and Tony opened fire.
The first burst shattered the rear windows and hit one of the gangsters in the back seat, exposing the leader. He cursed in Spanish and drew a handgun from his pocket. Tony ducked as the leader returned fire. He blind-fired another burst, doing nothing more than putting holes in the car.
The sounds of people on the street screaming could be heard now, and both vehicles swerved into an alleyway. The gang car was in front now. Carl rear-ended the vehicle a few times to shake the gunmen inside off guard as Tony emptied the rest of the clip, shattering the rest of the windows and killing the remaining passenger gangster.
As the cars left the alley and became parallel to each other again, Tony drew the handgun Pablo had given him and fired three shots. None hit any of the targets, but the engine was damaged, and black smoke now bellowed from the hood of the car. Tony looked in the rear-view mirror and cursed. Another gang car was on them.
"Carl, we got more behind us!" Tony shouted. Carl, however, had already drawn a Ingram sub-machine gun and was firing behind them and checking every now and then to make sure they didn't crash.
Tony was just about empty when he managed a lucky hit. He hit the driver in the head, and then shifted his aim to the wheels, finishing the clip to blow the back tires out.
"Carl, look out!" Tony warned. Carl looked ahead, and swerved out of the way just in time as the driverless car with no back wheels skidded to it's side and flipped over. The rear gang car didn't see it until Carl and Tony had swerved, and they crashed into it, sending their car flying as well. The leader's car exploded and slid to a stop, now a stationary ball of burning metal.
There were cop sirens in the distance.
"Let's get out of here," Carl suggested, already turning down an alleyway.
Carl dropped him off back at Mack's condo. As they got out of Carl's car, Mack walked out of the condo to greet them.
"Hello guys. I trust everything went well?"
"Yeah," Tony replied, "the leader's in hell."
"Good," Mack said happily. "Maybe now they'll think twice before they steal from Mack Vernhoff!"
"I'm out of here," announced Carl, already half-way to his Ferrari. "Good to see ya Mack."
As he drove off, Mack shook his head.
"Never takes credit, that guy. He's been my friend for years, and is about as loyal a guy you can find."
"What about my reward?" asked Tony, changing the subject.
"Ah yes. Follow me."
Mack led Tony to a large garage near the condo. They entered through a side door. Tony looked around and then broke into an appreciative smile.
"Damn, that's a fine car," he said of the metallic blue Corvette Stingray now in front of him.
"Yes, it is. It was given to me by a dear friend recently who passed away on a job for me. However, I've decided to give it to you, seeing as how you lost your last vehicle to the hands of Sosa's hitters."
"Thanks a lot man," Tony said, still in awe. "This is a beautiful piece of machinery."
"Think of it as a symbol of our partnership. You can take it right now if you want." Mack handed him the keys. Tony took them, said goodbye, and left. Maybe working for Mack wasn't such a bad idea after all.
End Note: Well, I think this chapter was a lot like Vice City (what with the car chase and drive-bys) but, you know, that makes sense because of what I said in the author's note. Anyways, please R&R!