Epilogue
Time became a stale companion. Old habits reside in Michael once more as not even a week had passed since Aldrick's death. Michael even did everything in his power to try and drop off the map so that no one would find him. Lester doubled that security. He didn't want to be found. He couldn't face his family. All that which took place in the span of half a year was destroyed.
Michael had tucked himself away in Paleto Bay's Mojito Inn Bar. The locals didn't question his presence. As long as he paid his tab. Mike spent his hours inside the bar. Not conversing with anyone around him or drawing attention to himself. The only person who knew of his existence and unusual order of what Sasha once called Vesper Martini kept him drowned. Stuck in that loop of his drunken sorrows.
"You are most certainly one of the most difficult men to locate when you don't wish to be found, Mr. DeSanta." Michael scoffed hearing that voice close to him. It was none other than Tommy Vercetti returning in the flesh. Having sought interest. He didn't join Michael at the bar. Instead he already had a schedule to keep. "You don't have to say anything. All I ask is that you listen to my words."
"Fuck, Tom." Michael blurted out his extended greeting. "You Vercettis... don't you have a better proposition than offers?"
"I agree that I should be, Mike. I won't deny that. However..." Tommy reached for something inside his shirt pocket, extending it over the bar top Michael had nested himself. "Something's come up I think you of all people would wish to be involved."
Michael was swift to deny his offering. "No way in hell, Tommy. Please. I want to be left alone."
Tommy knew he was getting nowhere fast. So instead he wasted no more time and delivered the punchline. "You remember that Marston Weapon Dealer Aldrick was intrigued to trade things off with? The man insane enough to try and make it seem that the Legacy had a valuable net-worth? The one behind Aldrick's madness?" He had then reached for a spare pen, writing his number on the envelop he placed on the counter for Michael.
"Do me a favor and at least call me in the morning when you're not hungover. I need to make sure you're still living even if you deny my offer completely. I don't want to be the one responsible for killing you." Tommy reached to place a hand on Michael's back. "I'm giving you a week to think about what I have planned. This includes any preparations you would wish to arrange with your family back home. I have faith that you'll do the right thing, Michael."
With all that was to be said, Tommy departed the Mojito Inn. Leaving Michael to ponder his thoughts and sober up before reaching any brash conclusions. Michael stared at the envelop for a few minutes before swiping it into his grasp. On the inside were plane tickets.
The destination read: Vice City.
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In Loving Memory Of
Resident Evil 2's
Paul Haddad (Leon S. Kennedy)
May 20th 1963 - April 11th 2020