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The beginning of the end of Vice
Chapter 5: Four Minute Fury

Little Havanah, Vice City

Dwayne's Cheetah roared down the street headed towards Umberto's Café. He was being trailed by a Stinger with two new Shark's riding inside, both carrying 9MM's. The streets were dark and cold that night as people mourned for the death of Umberto Robina. Suspicions ran that he had been killed by one of Vercetti's men. Dwayne came to squash all the problems and heat things up, that's why he called the meeting with Papi Robina.

Dwayne stepped out of the Cheetah and watched as all eyes locked onto him as he slowly made his way to the door of the café, as soon as Umberto was dead the Cubans split up and formed there own crews. The last of the Robina crew stared with cold eyes as the two Sharks stepped up behind Dwayne as they entered the café. Papi sat in a chair with dark sullen eyes as the Sharks approached his table. Smooth latin music poured out of the radio in the corner.

"Papi.., you know why I'm here"

"Si, you want me to hold back, all you motherfuckers are alike..you get a little money and you forget where you come from. Vercetti must pay for what he did, I don't care if you decide to back him"

"The war against Vercetti is one you can't afford to fight, even now there are rumors of a Leone operation starting up right here in Little Havanah."

"Fuck all of this, get out of here with you bullshit, no cajones man, you think we can't take all those Italians"

"No I know you can't, let me get to the bottom of who killed Umberto, till then try to get the rest of the Cuban Crews together."

The meeting adjourned and the Sharks were headed for Prawn. Dwayne was feeling guilty now, he had chosen to follow Rosenberg's orders. Now everything was screwed up. He had just made it easier for the Families to take over, the only person who could save Vice now was Tommy Vercetti himself, but he was always out on business, business that everyone doubted even exhisted.

On the other side of town Big D watched as Shark's came in and out of the place, talking and watching TV as they chose. He awaited anxiously for the call. He leaned back in his recliner just as his phone went off. His swift gloved hand grabbed the phone and smiled when he heard the news.

" I checked out one of Vercetti's guys, he's been working for the Leone's this whole time, him and his whole crew, Philly Bantero."

"Gino, great, you got the location?"

"He's holed up in Little Havanah..451 Claireno Ave"

"Great chill out where you are, I'll get Dwayne and Vaca down there with some heat"

D dropped the phone and motioned towards Sent, a new Lieutenant on the street.

"Go get Vaca he's upstairs, get some heat from Sniper and get back here in 10 minutes, drive down to this address and meet up with Gino, time to settle some beef"

At exactly 11 pm that Sunday night, Dwayne, Sent, Gino, and Krew sat in the back of the Usual Van. Vaca sat infront with a shotgun in his lap. There faces were covered with ski masks but each of them could recognize each other. Vaca turned around.

"Go,Go,GO!"

The four men hopped from the back of the Van and charged from the alley, they hit the empty streets quickly as there shark's jacket blew in the wind. They were headed straight for a skinny two story house in Little Havana. Sent was the first to hit the door and sent a shotgun shell into it, knocking it straight off the hinges. The Shark's ripped through the house and surprised everyone inside, there were four men sitting around a kitchen table who sat with there hands up as there poker chips hit the floor.

Dwayne was the first to pull the trigger and sent the first man flying backwards out of his chair. It was like an explosion as the other men let loose and blew the Mafiosi's bodies to bits. Blood splattered from the carnage and showered the young men. Dwayne and Sent headed for the basement while the other two went upstairs.

A single shot hit against the wall as Dwayne landed on the bottom step ofthebasement, three men who seemed to have been counting money were now facing him with pistols drawn. Dwayne dove to the ground and fired a shot at there kneecaps, sending one man to the wall while his legs stood upright by themselves. Sent took his chance while Dwayne distracted the other men. He fired two shots with his Spaz and watched as the men's bodies became nothing but raw flesh and skin covered in blood.

Gino and Krew ran upstairs searching for Philly, a search that did not last long as they found him huddled in a corner with a magnum in his hand. Krew slowly approached up and placed the Spaz against the man's head. His eyes lit up for a second as his brains exploded against his own bedroom door. Gino pulled out a whistle with his blood covered hand and blew it as loud as possible. In a second the four young men began gathering up everything up in the house that was worth something.

Vaca pulled up infront of the house and the gang got into the back again.

Dwayne looked at the time on his Rolex, exactly 11:04.