The story continues in GTA: Vengeance Is Ours.
CJ just awoke from a coma, and the Feds want him to do their dirty work. Kendl is a Las Venturas stripper. Sweet just escaped from prison. Cesar is on a mission to reclaim his throne, while Ryder fights for his. There's a war to take over Los Santos…and get revenge.
Las Venturas, November 1992
Cesar Vialpando
From the window of his suite at the Emerald Isle Casino, Cesar Vialpando had a view overlooking the entire city of Las Venturas. Night had just fallen, embracing the city in a darkness like ink, but with myriad neon signs and phosphorus lights, the Las Venturas Strip glowed as brightly as a second sun. 'Esta ciudad es tan Hermosa en la noche. The perfect place to find mi amor and remind her how deeply she loves me.'
Cesar had checked into Emerald Isle only a few hours earlier after driving straight from San Fierro, had gone to sleep in his boxers and white tank, and woke up to find night had fallen. His ex-girlfriend, Kendl Johnson, had moved to Las Venturas and left her roommates (who were dead, but not by Cesar's hands) with a postcard inviting them to come visit her if they ever had the time. That was what led him to Las Venturas.
That, and his suspicions that whoever murdered Kendl's roommates, wanted to murder Kendl too.
Cesar turned from the window and started to dress: Gray Victim suit, gray Zip boots, and a gold Virgin of Guadalupe chain, with a gold watch. After he fastened the clasp on the watch, Cesar went to the mirror and examined his look. 'Que guapo! Just what I need to cruise the strip tonight y encontrar a mi amor.'
His first stop was the Happy Clam Bar on the strip, next to the Sticky Pages Adult XXX Store. The bar had low lighting, a seedy atmosphere, and it was packed with sweaty, smelly, drunk men. Even the bartender seemed disgruntled. 'Kendl hates places like this, but I know mi mujer. She wouldn't want anyone to find her easily.'
Cesar approached the grumpy-looking woman with long red hair. "Perdon, do you know if a woman named Kendl Johnson works here?"
"No."
Cesar pulled out his wallet. There was a 3x5 photo of Kendl inside the first fold. The Azteca warrior held it close enough to the bartender's face that it would be clearly visible, even in the bar's dim light. Cesar also placed a $100 bill on the counter. "Do you recognize her?"
The woman leaned closer and Cesar could see into the canyon of her cleavage. "Yeah, she works as a waitress at the Porker Steakhouse on Nixon Street.
'That's not far from the Emerald Isle. Mi amor, usted no era mayor nivel de vida.'Cesar left the bar, climbed in his Savanna, and sped through oncoming traffic up the Strip to reach Nixon Street faster. 'After only two weeks in Venturas, my baby's got a job at a classy joint like this one? Mi mujer es tan inteligente!' Cesar made sure to straighten his suit before he crossed the parking lot into the red-and-white themed building. He didn't see her from the picture windows on the side of the restaurant, but Cesar pulled on the elaborate gold handles, which were carved to look like golden calves.