Chapter 4: Back Alley Brawl

While Luan was rummaging through some file and thinking of what to do next, Lincoln enters the office.

"Ah! well, I hope you are having a good time." Then she stood up and raises her arms up, filled with anxiety. "Because I'm going out of my mind with worry here." She then asks Lincoln, "What did you find out?"

Lincoln straightforwardly replied, "That there are more criminals in this town than in prison. We need a lead from the streets…"

Luan sat down again and closes her eyes to think and dig through her mind again like last time, "Ok. Let me think, let me think…." And once again, it came to her, "Ah! I've got it! Ok, there's this limey, some music industry slimeball, goes by the name of Luke Paul. Anyway he's got his nose so far up in most of Vice City's ass that if anybody knows the whereabouts of 20 keys worth of coke, it's this guy all right? He's always at the Malibu."

Lincoln, now has a plan to go where next, simply says, "I'll go pay him a visit."

Silent for a few seconds, replies back while leaning back on her chair. "Take it easy now."

Lincoln then leaves Luan's office and heads to the Malibu Club. Once inside, he sees Luke Paul at the bar talking to a woman.

Luke, gesturing at the woman with smooth moves, "Where'd you pop up from? I've been looking for a bird like you for ages, mate."

It then pans to Lincoln approaching a security guard. "I'm looking for some English guy." He asks. Then the guard points towards Luke at the bar.

"Luke Paul, mate. Yeah I'm the guvnor' 'round here." Seemingly like your average cocky English guy who swoons on ladies for a one night stand, but never really gets on a stable relationship. "I sort things out. You know what I mean? I'll treat you. Whatever you want, I'll get you girl. Don't you worry about a thing mate."

Lincoln then approaches Luke and the woman, directly stating to her, "Get lost honey."

The woman walks off, either afraid of Lincoln or just straight up lost interest in Luke altogether. Then Luke, eager to not lose her attention, calls after her.

"Oi oi oi oi oi! Come back luv!"

Lincoln then looks at Luke, a bit irritated at him, then asks, "You Luke Paul? I'm a friend of Rosenberg's…"

"Rosenberg…Rosenberg…" trying to recall who the person is, so that he can get back to his usual routine, then remembers who she is. "Oh that bonkers ambulance chaser! That miss could defend an innocent man all the way to death row." Stating they've met some time ago, and acknowledges her as a respectable woman. Luke then asks the Barman, "Give us another drink, bruv."

Lincoln, now really annoyed by his attitude, raises his fist to Luke's face.

"Everybody's a comedian. Listen to me. I'm missing twenty keys and a lot of cash…"

Luke raises his hand up so as to avoid any trouble, "Drugs mate? It's a mug's game."

Now he's had enough of Luke's rambling and finally shoves Luke to the floor.

Lincoln threateningly asks, "What do you know about it?"

Luke, now on the floor, just answers him out of fear that he might get taken out by this fellow, who looks like was already about to kill someone. "Oi oi! What I was coming to was, there's some chef-cum-trumpetshifter who deals out of a kitchen on Ocean Drive. He's been looking real pleased with himself lately. You could go and check him out..?!"

Now pleased he has an answer, caImly spoke, "I will…and I'll see you around."

Lincoln then walks off the club and Luke gets back to his feet.

Luke seemed a bit pissed at him, then rants "Yeah, that's right! Go on…walk away, you mug. I'll knock your spark out!" He sits down to cool off and asks the Barman again "Give me a drink…and where's that slut!"

Lincoln drives to the alley behind the hotel on Ocean Drive. He approaches the chef, who is talking to someone on his cell phone.

The chef, curious a random man, just stared at him, acts tough and asks "Hey, whatchoo looking at?"

"You better start talking…" says while cracking his knuckles and stares at the man with a dark face.

"Hey, make me, you prick!"

Lincoln and the chef begin fighting. Lincoln beats the chef to death and takes his cell phone. Lincoln stands over the chef's body, catching his breath. A man in a white suit walks into the alley.

"Oh, way to go, tough guy. Beat him to a pulp. That should make him real chatty." Sounding a bit disappointed saying that to Lincoln.

"You want some too?" asked him, still panting.

"Hey, chill. I want what you want brother." Wanting to sound convincing to him.

Lincoln, raised his eyebrow, seemingly interested, then asks, "Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"Your green…and my dead brother's white lady. Unfortunately, you just silenced our lead."

"Accidents happen. Get lost." Brushing him off as another annoyance who can't help him find the money.

The man, determined to convince Lincoln then pleads, "Hey, hey, whoa. No need to go all 'Lone Ranger' on my ass. The way I see it…we two hombres in a strange town. We need each other's back."

"My back's just fine brother."

Then, out of nowhere, Three chefs appear and stand behind Lincoln. The man hands Lincoln a pistol.

"You sure about that? Here, take this…This way!"

The man runs out of the alley and Lincoln follows him. Lincoln and he and gets in the man's Infernus.

While Lincoln was driving away, the man spoke to him, "One thing you gotta realize about this town. You gotta pack some heat. C'mon…The local gun shop's only a couple of blocks away."

[They both drive to Ammu-Nation and purchases a weapon, before driving back to Ocean View Hotel. At the hotel, Lincoln exits the car and the man gets in the driver's seat.

"I'm going to see what I can dig up. I'll be watching you Lincoln."

He then drives off. Lincoln was unsure to feel of this new stranger who helped him, should he feel relieved? Or Worried? Guess he'll never know.