I'm sorry that the next chapter was taking so long ( school ) Anyway enjoy the chapter.
Cafe Robina, Little Havana, Vice City
Alberto Robina lay on the cold square tiled floor bleeding as he watch the cieling above him getting fuzzier by the minute. He was shot when the invasion started, the bullet hit Alberto straight in his left chest missing the heart by inches. He was carried back into the cafe by his Cubans seconds later. His son, Umberto kneeled next to him screaming Papi, Papi, Papi...
Around 20 minutes later, Alberto saw a faint face appeared into front of him with neatly slicked brown hair and a faint blue hawaiian shirt. It was Tommy Vercetti then Alberto fell into deep unconsciousness.
Tommy Vercetti kneeled next to Alberto as he inspect the bullet wound, although it was not very big but could be prove fatal if not treated soon. Tommy immediately picked up Alberto and told Umberto to take care of the other wounded Cubans as he walked out of the cafe, put the dying Alberto in the back seat of his Admiral, got to the driver seat and drove off.
The streets of Vice City were calm with barely any cars and pedestrians around until the roar of an Admiral broke the silent. Tommy were driving straight to the Ocean View hospital where they had the best medical treatment in Vice City, but little did he know that behind were 3 Voodoos closing up fast. Their goal was to make sure that Tommy and Alberto never reach to the hospital. Tommy drove the Admiral at a steady pace until he heard the shouts and flying bullets behind him. When he looked into the rear mirror, he saw 3 Voodoos, each passenger carried an Uzi and was firing madly trying blow up his car. Then Tommy made a tight left turn to the bridge between Ocean View and Little Havana, and then he took a second to glimpse at the rear mirror. He saw one of the Voodoos pull on the opposite lane trying to catch up to him side by side so the passenger could make an easy kill while the other Voodoos continue to tail him.
Tommy quickly reached for the SMG that he left on the passenger seat, he clicked off the safety and aimed it out to the side window waiting for the Voodoo next to him to get near. Seconds later, the Voodoo came nearer and Tommy immediately fired. Flying bullets at point blank range flew swiftly from the gun and enter into the face of the Haitian in the passenger seat. One lucky bullet manage to hit the driver in the temple as blood spattered everywhere in the Voodoo, then the low-rider crashed head on with another car that failed to stop in time. Moments later, the crashed cars exploded leaving the other 2 left for Tommy to deal with. Just as Tommy layed his eyes back on the road he steered hard to the right as he avoided a car in front of him. One of the Voodoos wasn't quick enough to avoid the car and it collided with the back of the car with such force that the Voodoo spinned out of control over the railings and plunged into the calm sea below.
After just watching his fellow members die, the passenger of the last Voodoo got desperate as he grabbed himself a large M60 kept behind the seat and aimed at the Admiral in front of him ready to kill Tommy Vercetti once and for all. Tommy couldn't believe what was going to happen to him as he saw the Haitian behind him had a M60 with armor piercing bullets. Tommy thought of the past days when he was the dominate of Vice City, just sitting around watching captured rival gang members get put to death by various torture methods. But now its his time to die and Tommy already missed reality. Just then, sparks started to appear from the Voodoo as it quickly started to wobble until when the whole car just exploded killing everyone inside. Tommy wondered what just happened then he heard the all too familiar honking of a Cuban Hermes. Tommy looked back as he saw Pepe in the passenger seat with a M16 waving in his hands shouting "Saw you need some help just then eh ha ha ha!" Tommy laughed too because he was glad that he is still alive and could live another day to rule over his Vice City with power and new adventures.