Grand Theft Auto Vice City

The Life and Times of Mike The Goon

Chapter 7

Hog Tied

Mike finally arrived at Diaz's mansion. He climbed out of his red Sentinel and looked around. He spotted Ricardo Diaz himself standing by a blue Cheetah sports car. He was repeatedly stomping on something behind the car.

"Shit on my car?" Exclaimed Diaz, "Huh? Pigeon? I don't think so. Feathered rat. Piece of shit. You shit on my car, I stomp on you! Huh? Understand?"

"Hey, I, uh, think it's got the message." Said Mike as he approached his hot headed boss, "You wanted to see me?"

"Yeah." Said Diaz, out of breath, "Pigeons think, they can do what they want. I need to show them that they can't! This little guy, he's gonna be crucified, right above my driveway here. A message to the other pigeons. Come sit with me on the stairs Mike. I think I need a rest." Diaz and Mike walked to the mansion's front steps and sat down.

"What do you want me to do Mr. Diaz?" Asked Mike.

"As you may have heard," began Diaz, "Leo Teal got his brains stomped out the other day."

"So I've been told." Replied Mike.

"He was a good seller," continued Diaz, "a little fruity, but he got the job done. And now, without him to sell my merchandise, I've needed to resort to other methods. There's this group of hoods. A bunch of wannabe gang bangers. They hang out on Prawn Island. I've been trying to convince them to sell my stuff, but before they'll do it, I need to do them a favour."

"You mean I need to do them a favour." Said Mike, "Right?

"Exactly." Said Diaz, "They have a rivalry with the bikers. They want you to steal Mitch Baker's prized Angel, and deliver it to their hideout behind the Ammunation, Downtown."

"So, let me get this right." Said Mike, "I need to go steal a motorcycle belonging to Mitch Baker, the leader of a gang of blood thirsty killers on two wheels, and then get it to the back of the Ammunation, all without getting shot in the ass fifty times?"

"I knew you'd understand." Said Diaz, "Take my Cheetah. It's covered it pigeon shit. I don't need it anymore."

"Sure thing boss." Replied Mike. He climbed into the Cheetah and pulled out of the mansion's drive way. Mike floored it across Starfish Island, and across the bridge into Little Havana. He headed north through Little Haiti, and finally reached Downtown Vice City. Mike slowed down as he approached the Biker's hangout, The Greasy Chopper. He parked the Cheetah behind the bar, and popped the trunk. Just as Mike had suspected, Diaz had left him a gift in the car. A SPAS 12 shotgun, fully loaded and ready to go.

Mike, shotgun in hand, crept around the side of the bar. He peeked around the corner, and spotted Mitch's bike. The path was clear. He ran around the corner towards the bike, but just as he passed the bar's front entrance, three burly, drunk bikers came walking out. Mike instinctively pointed his gun, and pulled the trigger. The shotgun blast sent all three bikers flying backwards and bloody. Mike stuck the shotgun into a holster on the side of the bike, and hopped on. He turned the ignition, and she roared to life.

"What the hell?" An angry voice came from behind Mike, but he didn't look back. He cranked the throttle, and took off on Mitch Baker's prized Angel. "Get after that sonovabitch!" The voice yelled again. Mike was soon joined on either side by two bikers on Freeways as he flew through Downtown. The biker on his right pulled out an UZI and aimed it at Mike's head. Mike leaned forward and his bike pulled ahead just in time. The UZI fired right into the biker on Mike's left. The biker and his Freeway swerved off the road and crashed into telephone pole. Mike pulled out the shotgun with one hand, and aimed it back at the other biker. He fired the shotgun, sending the biker into a back flip off his motorcycle. The Freeway continued to ride on it's own for a few seconds, before losing control and sliding to a halt in the middle of the road. Mike spotted the Ammunation sign in the distance. He sped up towards it. Mike swerved around the store to it's back. He was surprised and worried to see that there was no entrance to the compound behind the store where he was supposed to deliver the bike to. He stopped the bike and stared up at the wall in his way.

"Shit." Mike said to himself, "What am I supposed to do now?" His questioned was answered by the sound of a large truck's horn coming towards him. He looked down the street and saw a Packer truck with it's ramp lowered hurtling towards the wall. Mike revved the bike and headed towards the truck. As he passed the Packer, he locked eyes with the driver. They nodded at one another. The truck driver was a member of the street gang Diaz was trying to employ, and he was here to help Mike get behind the Ammunation. Mike spun the bike around as he heard the sound of the truck crashing into the wall. He saw the Packer's ramp lined up with the wall. He revved the bike again. He took off. Mike, riding Mitch Baker's Angel traveled at top speed towards the ramp. He hit the jump and flew upwards. For a few seconds, time slowed down. Mike, and the bike, came slamming down onto the pavement behind the Ammunation. He hit the brakes, and brought the bike to a stop. A gang member came running over.

"Nice riding man. Those Biker's won't know what hit 'em!" Said the gang member, "You can tell Diaz that he has himself a deal! We'll sell his shit for him." Mike climbed off the Angel and began walking to the back door of Ammunation so he could leave. "The bike landed pretty hard, buddy." The gang member called out to Mike, "How are your nuts doing?"

Mike looked back at him, "They're killing me."