The Answer

Alexander Fediro flipped onto his stomach, trying to get as comfortable as possible. The bullet wound in his back wasn't making that easy, but the young man had even more on his mind then the pain in his back.

Not for the first time he found himself glancing at the table that held the small white card on it. Vercetti Inc. was printed neatly on the front of it and a few numbers were spackled here and there. Alex was still quietly debating on the proposition, but he was finally ready to make his decision.

Reaching over and grasping the phone in the palm of his hand Alex punched in a few numbers from the card and held the receiver up to listen. He waited with baited breath and finally sighed out when the phone was picked up.

"Mr. Vercetti's office, Angela speaking, how may I help you?" The woman had a pleasant soprano tone, the only thing that was slightly vexing was the Brooklyn accent attached to it.

Alexander tired to speak, but there was something blocking his passage way. He strained for a second before clearing his throat and then he tried again. "This is Alexander Fediro, I'm calling in reguards to a job offer by Mr. Vercetti."

There seemed to be a pregnant pause on the other end of the line before the voice spoke up again. "Of course sir, please hold and I'll transfer you over now."

Alex waited quietly, contemplating what he was going to say, when he felt his heart flutter against with a nervousness as a gruff, but strong voice answered. "Mr. Fediro, I was hoping to hear from you again. I assume you have an answer to my offer?"

He nodded slightly, but then felt foolish, realizing the other man obviously could not see him through the phone line. "Yes Mr. Vercetti, I decided that I'd very much like to take a job from you."

Alexander could practically hear the smile on the other line as the man responded. "Excellent, call me back when you're released from the hospital and I'll send someone to pick you up." And with that the man who ran Vice City hung up.

Fediro flipped over yet again, and sat back against the bed, contemplating as he thought of what his decision might mean for him in the long run.

A/N: Yeah, I know it's really short but things are going to heat up in the next chapter, I promise.