After much struggle of getting Eric into a car and to the hospital, Richard found himself driving along the downtown area to grow familiar with his new home. Eric had gotten him a small apartment for rent in Vice Point before Richard got there. Richard often drove by the sports arena to find out how to participate in the races they have there. He was upset to find that he had to pay a fee to enter, and he really didn't have any cash because of expensive gas prices, rent, and the occasional purchases of guns. He decided to finally go to Café Robina to see if Umberto can get him some cash. Richard was a reckless driver and took out any cop who was dumb enough to try to pull him over which was the case when Richard attempted to make a u-turn at an intersection at busted the taillight of a cop car while turning. Richard saw the bright flashing crimson and blue lights of the car and he knew he couldn't outrun the cop so he pulled over aside the Vrock station. He sighed as he got a pistol out of his glove box and waited for the cop to angrily approach his car and lecture him

"It's against the law to drive when your blind, you moron" The cop spat putting and emphasis on the "mo" in moron with a deep southern accent. "And you busted my taillight. Usually, that'd cost you a ticket and an ass-beating, but since I'm feeling extra generous, I'll let it slide with just a ticket and some extra cash"

"Of course officer, my mistake." Richard replied as he handed all of his money to the cop, which wasn't a lot.

"I bet you won't be makin' that mistake again. Damn ingrates with no respect for us authority figures…" The cop trailed off as he began scribbling out a ticket.

"I bet you won't be makin' that mistake again," Richard mocked back in the same southern accent.

"What was that, boy" The cop said began to take out his nightstick. But before the cop could even get a firm grip on the stick, Richard put the gun to his chest and pulled the trigger twice. Before the cop fell all the way down, Richard snatched his cash.

"Damn ingrate," he mocked in a southern accent again as he drove off. Richard turned into Little Havana and looked around him to see some armed Cubans looking at him mischievously. Richard pushed the pedal a little faster and drove for about a minute and parked in front of Café Robina.

Richard opened the door to a loud commotion of Spanish speaking people. He saw Umberto standing on top of a table yelling a sermon at the top of his lungs to his Cuban soldiers in front of him who tossed there fists up and chanted back to him. Richard stepped aside as the Cubans ran out of the diner and got into Cuban Hermes as sped off. Umberto hopped off the table and seemed out of breath from yelling.

"You, Ricardo. It's going down, amigo" Umberto said to Richard just noticing he was there was he pushed his slick, greasy hair back.

"What's going down?" Richard asked slightly confused.

"The damn Vercetti Gang. I was down with Tommy, and the dick still wants me to pay protection? I'll kill him and his gang with my bare hands," He yelled and he spoke some Spanish and continued, "You got cajones? You're coming with me."

"Look, Umberto, I just need cash."

"You plannin' to rob me or something?"

"Uh… well… No, but-"

"Get in the car, back us up, and I'll give you some major dinero."

Richard and Umberto walked quickly out of the diner, them and two other Cubans piled into a Cuban Hermes, and sped off towards Starfish Island. Richard watched the Cubans load semi-automatic guns and talking to each other in Spanish.

"I was a friend to him. Why the hell would he be asking us for cash? He's the richest fucker in this dump of a city. He never demanded cash before, and now is the worst time to demand it, ese. With the war with the Haitians and all the shit your friend, Eric, has been giving us. It costs a lot of cash." Umberto told Richard.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I told him to lay off." Richard replied scratching his head.

"Are you workin' for him and planning to stab us in the back?"

"I'm working for money. To the highest bidder."

"Do you know his plans?"

"I don't know shit,"

"Well, find out, tell us, and I'll give you all the cash you want, amigo."

"Are you gonna kill him?"

"That depends on how much shit he's gonna give us in the future. Do you care?"

"That depends on how much shit he's gonna give me in the future."

Umberto laughed and quickly turned serious again as they turned into Starfish Island. Richard took out the two pistols he had with him.

"Yo, that's all you're strappin'?" one of the Cubans asked Richard.

"That's all I'm gonna need." Richard replied calmly.

The Cuban laughed and replied "We'll see."

The driver pushed the gas more and turned into Vercetti Estate and mauled over 3 men with the same shirts as Dominic and Andres, who Richard took out when he first got in Vice City. The driver turned towards the stairs and began to go up them. Many of the Cubans started swearing due to the constant violent bumps they face. When they found themselves on level ground, the driver laughed and drove straight through the door and some wall of Vercetti Estate, running over at least 4 more men.

Once the car came to a stop, Umberto climbed over Richard and one of the Cubans and opened the door and rolled out and slowly got up. Prepared to back Umberto up, Richard also got out of the car, confused why the other Cubans stayed in.

Richard also noticed that the other cars that left the café were nowhere near Vercetti Estate. Richard slowly took in his surroundings and realized that they were surrounded by at least 15 men in red patterned Hawaiian shirts aiming guns at them. Richard turned his head over shoulder and saw that the Cubans were pulling out of the rubble, and were about to drive away.

Apparently, Umberto noticed that they were driving away too, and he turned around and started firing at their car and yelling at them in Spanish. Richard turned forward again extremely confused and saw that one of them men was pumping a shotgun and about to fire at them. Richard quickly dived backwards and began firing at the man who fell down dead. That was a signal for the other men to open fire. Richard continued firing and shot 4 of them. Umberto and Richard swiftly rolled outside of the house and rolled to the side, and leaned in to shoot whenever they got a chance. Richard leaned into fire and when he pulled the trigger, but instead of the sound of gunfire, he only heard a small click. He leaned back towards the wall.

"Fuck! Umberto, I'm out!" Richard yelled to Umberto, whose gun almost instantly after Richard said that also clicked.

"Me too. Toss your guns. We have to surrender, amigo" He replied who had his arm to his bicep because he was shot.

Richard nodded, and they tossed their guns towards the men. Once they stopped firing, they stepping into the building and over the rubble and around a few bodies. They looked up to the staircase and saw a man looking about 50 with a green Hawaiian patterned shirt and faded blue jeans.

"Umberto. To what do I owe the pleasure of you coming into my house, driving through the door, and killing 9 of my men?" The man asked calmly

"Tommy Vercetti, you shit. I ain't paying no protection!" Umberto yelled pointing at him.

"Protection?" Tommy repeated, "Umberto, I have never asked you for protection."

"Then why'd I get a letter from Dominic of the Vercetti gang yesterday demanding protection payment?"

"Dominic was shot and killed almost a week ago at the airport. And I think you have your errand boy, Richard Moore, next to you to thank for that"

"How do you know who I am?" Richard asked

"Kid, I own this city. I know everything from when there's a new rat in the sewers and when there's a new punk in town trying to take over" Tommy replied

"I'm not trying to take over anything"

"Oh really? Because you're little friend, Eric, called me and told me that you and him were taking over. If that's the case, bring it. I get ten punks and gangs coming in and trying to take me out a month. Like a fly in the web. And to me, you two are just another fly,"

"Like I said, I don't care about this city. All I care about money and getting my own slice"

"You want your slice? Come work for me then."

"I don't want to be in your shitty ass gang"

"You don't have to be in my gang, think of it as… a big step of the ladder of cash"

"So you're telling me you don't want to protection?" Umberto asked.

"That's correct"

Easily convinced, Umberto replied, "Ok, sorry about everything, man."

"Just don't do it again. Oh and Richard," Tommy said

Richard looked back at Tommy and he smiled "I'll be giving you a call"

……….……….…………..

Back at Richard's apartment, he was eating potato chips and had the TV on. He had a nice wad of cash on his desk. He seemed satisfied with all he had accomplished today. Richard's phone rang and he picked it up after the second ring.

"Hello?" Richard asked only to be responded by hysterical laughter.

"Dude, you watchin' the news?" the person said

"Eric?"

"No, it's Santa Clause. Turn on the news"

Richard pressed the channel button a few times and saw a helicopter view of firemen putting out a fire.

"The Cubans sleep in tragedy tonight as long time Cuban restaurant, Café Robina, burned to the ground. Long time suspected Cuban gang leader, Umberto Robina, was in the café of its fiery demise." The anchorwoman said.

Richard was shocked at what he saw on the TV. Umberto was dead. He had just been with him an hour earlier. The phone in his hand erupted with muffled laughter. He put the phone to his ear again.

"Dude, that was all me. I took over the Cubans; they're practically eating out of my ass. I wrote some fake letter to Umberto telling him that Tommy Vercetti demanded protection. Him and some other Joe-shmo went there and started a miniature war. But Umberto wasn't dead, so I torched Café Robina to the ground with him in it. It's so great. Me and You and Claude are taking over."

"Who?" Richard asked still overwhelmed of all he was learning

"Claude Speed. You'll meet him tomorrow. This town is ours!" He said with a laugh. Richard hung up his phone.

Rest in Peace Umberto Robina Richard thought.