Grand Theft Auto Vice City

The Life and Times of Mike The Goon

Chapter 3

Two Bit Hit

Mike "The Goon" pulled into the alley behind Eugene's restaurant in Ocean Beach, Vice City. He parked his red Banshee and climbed out. He walked over to the back door of the restaurant and knocked on it. The door swung open and Leo Teal came walking out.

"Mike you fucking goon!" Said Leo, "You're almost an hour late. I thought you was gonna turn up dead in some back alley somewhere!"

"I'm sorry man." Said Mike, "I got caught up at some party with Diaz."

"Yeah." Said Leo, "That Diaz is a prick. But selling his merchandise is keeping me rich as can fuckin' be! Maybe soon I can give up this chef's game. Me and Eugene can finally fulfil our dream of going to San Fierro and playing ultimate disk in the dark...."

"Okay..." Said Mike, "So, uh... You said you needed some back-up on a job?"

"Oh yeah." Said Leo, "I've gotta do a hit on a Haitian gang lord. He's coming back from a trip to Haiti and should be arriving at Escobar International Airport any second now. The Haitians have been having some trouble with the Cubans lately so he's gonna have security up the ass. My plan is to kill as few of his bodyguards as possible. I just wanna get in, kill the gang lord, and get out."

"Where do I fit in?" Asked Mike.

"You wait by the car." Said Leo, "After I kill the target, I'm gonna come running to you like a bat outta hell. You need to be ready to take out anyone on my ass. There's no guns allowed in the airport, so they should be unarmed. Then, when I reach the car, you're gonna drive us outta there. Understand?"

"I got it." Said Mike, "Let's go before we miss the guy." Mike and Leo walked over to the red Banshee. Mike got behind the wheel and Leo got in the passenger seat.

"Nice car." Said Leo.

"Thanks," said Mike, "it was a gift from BJ Smith."

"No kiddin'?" Said Leo, "I'm a huge fan of the Mambas. Can you get me an autograph?"

"No," said Mike, "I'm afraid I won't be seeing him for awhile."

"Ah, too bad." Said Leo, "But when you do."

"I'll be sure to get you one." Said Mike. Mike pulled out of the alley and started heading west towards the airport. As they drove over the bridge connecting Little Havana to Ocean Beach, Mike asked, "So why are you whacking this guy?"

"Well," said Leo, "Mr. Black called me up and asked me to do it. I don't know too much about why Mr. Black wants it done, but it probably has something to do with the Cubans." Mike drove off of the bridge and into Little Havana. He continued to drive west, towards the airport. Mike drove past the airport's fuel depot. He finally arrived at the airport's main terminal, and parked across the street.

"Alright," said Leo, "I'm gonna go in there. I already have the guard paid off so he won't take my pistol. He'll blame the security breach on some other guard, and they'll blame it on some other guard and so on and so on. Eventually they'll just give up on finding out who's responsible. Here." Leo reached inside his jacket and pulled out an uzi. He handed it to Mike.

"What do I do again?" Asked Mike.

"Like I said," replied Leo, "stand by the car, and take out anyone on my ass."

"Sure thing." Said Mike. Leo climbed out of the car and started walking towards the airport. Mike climbed out and stood behind the car, hiding the uzi between him and the Banshee. He watched as Leo crossed the street and entered the terminal. As he passed through the metal detector it beeped. The guard by the door patted Leo down, then let him continue on. Mike saw Leo climb up the escalators at the back of the building, then disappear to the second floor. Mike waited. Everything was silent. Seconds passed, then minutes, and still nothing. Then, suddenly, two shots rang out from within the terminal. Mike pulled up his uzi and rested it on the roof of the car. Leo came running out of the airport, pistol in hand, with five Haitian gang members running after him. Mike took aim as Leo and the Haitians got closer. Leo was close enough that Mike could hear what he was saying.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit!" Leo repeated as he ran towards the car. Mike opened fire on the Haitians. His first burst of fire took one down. He fired again, taking another Haitian down. Leo jumped and slid across the Banshee's hood, landing beside Mike. Mike fired again taking down another gang member. Leo jumped up and fired his pistol at the Haitians. He managed to kill one with a headshot. Mike dispatched the final Haitian. He ran around to the drivers side and got in. Sirens could already be heard in the distance. Leo jumped into the passenger seat. Mike stepped on the gas and the car squealed away.

"What happened?" Asked Mike, "Did you kill him?"

"Yeah." Heaved Leo, out of breath, "I got him. Right in the back of the head. Almost fell running down the escalators though. Great stuff. What a rush."

"I'll say." Said Mike, "So are we headed back to Eugene's?"

"No." Said Leo, "That bitch would just nag me about killing people. Take me downtown to the Mars Café. I gotta see Moweesha."

"Who's Moweesha?" Asked Mike as he continued to drive north.

"A male prostitute." Said Leo, "He did some crazy stuff with a manatee one time. You wouldn't know him."

"I should hope so." Said Mike, "But what would Eugene think if he heard you were off seeing male prostitutes?"

"Hey," said Leo, "what Eugene don't know don't hurt him." Mike arrived at the Mars Café in downtown.

"Here we are." Said Mike.

"Thanks for the help Mike." Said Leo, "Here's some cash for your assistance."

"No problem." Said Mike, "Anytime. Have a good time with, uh, Moweesha." Leo got out of the car.

"I will," said Leo, "believe me, I will."