Grand Theft Auto Vice City

The Life and Times of Mike The Goon

Chapter 6

Treacherous Swine

Mike pulled his red Sentinel over to the side of the road down the street from Gonzales' apartment. He could see the police cars blocking off the street, and the white sheet, stained red, doing it's best to cover up Gonzales' grossly disfigured corpse. Mike dialled Diaz's number on his car phone.

"What is it now?" Said Diaz as he picked up.

"If you still want me to pick up Gonzales," replied Mike, "I'm gonna need a garbage bag and a few buckets."

"What do you mean?" Questioned Diaz.

"I mean that Gonzales is dead." Mike said, "He's been hacked to bits outside of his penthouse. The cops have blocked the place off. I can't get near it."

"Shit." Said Diaz, "Cortez must have got wise to Gonzales' big mouth, and sent one his boys to give him the old chainsaw treatment. Oh well. I was getting suspicious of him as well."

"What about the new info he had for you?" Questioned Mike.

"It couldn't have been that urgent if the treacherous swine couldn't have just told me over the phone." Replied Diaz, "But forget about the unfortunately loud mouthed Mr. Gonzales, just get your ass over to my mansion. You've been out there screwing around on your own all morning, and my business dealings are that much more behind because of it. Vamos." Diaz hung up, and Mike did the same.

Before Mike headed to Diaz's mansion on Starfish Island, he payed another visit to Eugene's restaurant. He parked out front, and walked inside. He spotted Eugene talking to a familiar looking Cockney youth.

"Eugene. The pictures are taken and delivered." Mike said as he approached the flamboyant restaurant owner.

"Excellent." Replied Eugene, "Now that scumbag Giorgio will know not to fuck with Eugene, or his men!"

"You said that if I did this job for you, you could help me in this town." Said Mike, "What did you mean?"

"Well," began Eugene, "may I introduce you to a good friend of mine, and a frequent customer of my restaurant, Kent Paul." Eugene pointed to the Cockney youth standing beside him.

"Hey." Greeted Mike.

"Oi mate." replied Paul, "How's it hangin'?"

"Paul here was telling me a fascinating story last night," said Eugene, "weren't you Paulo?"

"Yeah." Said Paul, "Eugene said you'd be a man interested in hearin' it. There's this new mug in town. Goes by the name Vercetti. Tommy or somethin'. Apparently he's here on business for some mafia family up in Liberty. Tryin' to set up a drug operation in Vice. So get this, the first day he's here, his deal get's jumped. Loses the drugs and the money, and a few of his boys along the way. 'Course he comes to me for info. I mean, why wouldn't he? If somebody knows something, it's gonna be me, right?"

"So what did you tell him?" Questioned Mike.

"Uh..." Replied Paul, "Nothin'. Of course. Why would I go blabbin' to every buglemeister who comes askin', right?"

"Thanks for the info." Said Mike, "I'll keep it in mind." Mike turned and headed for the door, "I'll see you around Eugene."

"I'm sure you will." Called Eugene, "I'm sure you will..."