A/N: Well, here we are again to join Alexander Fediro on his rise up in the Vercetti command structure. I'm not one for long notes so I'm just going to go ahead and begin the story, but first, the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: This author owns very little. In fact, he doesn't even own the computer he's working on, sad really, isn't it? The only thing he does own from this story is Alexander Fediro.
Alexander Fediro slowly awakened from his coma. He'd been sleeping for nearly a week now and the only thing on the man's mind right now was where the hell was he and why the hell did he feel like the Vice City Mamba's had run over his back?Before he could come to any conclusions however, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Alex tilted his head to the side, sending yet another spasm of pain down his back, to see whom the 'visitor' was.
The faces of two tall men, wearing tropical looking clothing, and dark sunglasses, making it impossible to see their eyes, greeted the twenty-seven year old paper pusher. They were the typical 'bruiser' types, with their bulky arms and chests. Obviously they were bodyguards. He had to stop himself from snorting however when he saw who they were 'guarding'. If anyone was guarding anybody it was the middle-aged man between the two bruisers. That man, he knew from pictures in the news, was none other than the mass murderer Tommy Vercetti.
Alexander had to admit though, at first glance, though imposing looking, Vercetti didn't look all that dangerous, however he also knew that nothing was as it ever seemed in this world.
He watched the man make his way with poised grace over to his bedside, draw up one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs and take a seat. Alex watched Vercetti study his face with careful precision before nodding and a slight smile broke out over the drug baron's features.
"I'm not going to bullshit you around Mr. Fediro, you know who I am and I obviously know who you are. I've got to give you a hand of thanks for what you did for me back there. Even got wounded in the process. What I wanna know Mr. Fediro, is why you did it?" Tommy sat back in his chair, crossing his legs and waiting for the answer.
So….there it was. The question that he couldn't answer for himself and he thought it a bit funny that Vercetti would want, quietly demand really, an answer to it. He couldn't get a proper answer for himself so instead Alex just made up an excuse that anybody who lived in Vice City for any amount of time could accept.
"Those bastards made me wreck my car, I couldn't let them get away with that." Alexander spoke like a pro with a cocky confidence. He knew how to address and talk to people, to gain their trust. He worked with a lot of people in his current job and you had to learn those types of social skills to survive.
Vercetti's own face split out into a smile of it's own as he heard the answer. The man knew it was complete bullshit but it didn't matter. What mattered was that he could most defiantly find a use for a man like that in his organization. And that was what the Drug Baron had come for. He came to ask for Alexander's skill. Tommy recognized the potential in a man like Fediro and he knew how potentially useful it could be to him. So he would cultivate the man's skills. He would use them. Make him better.
"Well Mr. Fediro, I think a man like myself could use a guy like you in my profession, as you could obviously tell, times are about to get very interesting in Vice City. I'd like to offer you a job." Alexander nearly choked when he heard that.
Tommy frickin Vercetti was offering him a job, a well paying job with unbelievable benefits. He'd be stupid not to take the offer, he also knew the risk that came with that job though, and so he looked very thoughtful.
Alex hated making decisions like that; he was the kind of guy who planned things out first before carrying them out. He hated spur of the moment things. Luckily for him Vercetti helped that.
"Why don't I let you think on it Mr. Fediro, give you time for your injuries to heal." Vercetti took a card out of his pocket and handed it over. "This is my contact information, when you make your decision, just give me a ring." Vercetti held out his hand and after a few seconds, Alexander took it in his own and gave it a few good shakes before letting go.
With a final departing good-bye, Tommy Vercetti, most powerful man in all of vice, walked from the hospital room, and even as he did so Alexander Fediro was turning onto his side, deciding on what it was he was going to do.
A/N: Well, there it is. The second chapter in my Rags To Riches story. Hope you all liked it. Review.