Chapter 12: Two Bit Hit
Tommy pulled up in front of Avery's construction site, he got off his Freeway and walked onto the site. He wore his street clothes, which was his blue Hawaiian shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers. Avery's limo pulled up in front of him and parked, Tommy opened the door and got in the back of the limo. Inside was Avery and a man with glasses, and wearing a suit. Tommy sat down across from Avery and beside the man. "Tommy, this here is Donald Love. My new apprentice." Avery told Tommy. "Yeah, I.." Donald started before being cut off by Avery. "Donald, if you'd shut up for a bit and listen I can explain things." Avery said. Donald kept quiet and listened alongside Tommy. "Nothing brings down property value like a good old fashioned gang war. Except a biblical disaster like a plague. But that may be going too far in this case." Avery said to Tommy. "A Haitian ganglord just died, I figure if you go disguise yourself as one of the Cubans, you can go and take out the successor." Avery told Tommy. "You writing this down Donald?" Avery asked. Donald. "Well, that'll put the coyotes in the chicken coup." Avery said as he took a drink of whiskey. "We'll sit back and watch the prices tumble." Avery finished. Tommy got out of the limo and got on his bike.
Tommy drove through Vice City, he rode through Starfish Island and into Little Havana. After crossing the bridge, he rode through the backstreets of Little Havana. Tommy rode up to a thrift store at the end of the neighborhood, he got off the bike and walked in. There was a member of the Los Carbon', the local Cuban gang, standing outside the store smoking a little cigar. Tommy picked out some clothes that looked identical to the Cuban's, he put the clothes on, paid for them, and walked out of the store. Tommy got into a Hermes that was black with flames painted on them, he drove through Little Havana into Little Haiti. Tommy pulled up in front of the Well Stacked Pizza Co, near the funeral home.
The streets of Little Haiti were a ghetto, the houses looked like shanties, the roads were in desperate need of repair, and several Haitians inhabited the area, alot of them gang members. Amongst the run down shanties and apartments, and the decrepit businesses. There was a small community where several small homes were in a swampy grassy area. Outside of one of the houses sat a red Voodoo, which was the signature car of the Haitian gang. Tommy looked on at the funeral, the gang lord was standing by the hearse. Tommy got his rifle and got out of the car, he aimed and shot the hang lord dead. He then got into his car and sped out of Little Haiti, several Haitian gang members followed him.
Tommy reached Little Havana, he got on the phone and called Avery. "Hello?" Avery asked into the phone. "Hey, it's done." Tommy replied. "Good, I'll put the money in your mailbox." Avery said before hanging up the phone. Tommy put the phone away and drove, he was heading towards Ocean Beach via Starfish Island when his phone rang. Tommy picked it up and answered it. "Hello?" He asked into the phone. "Hey, Leo. I got some work for you." The deep hispanic voice spoke through the speaker. "This ain't Leo." Tommy replied. "Hey, Leo is gonna kill you when he finds out you took his phone." The voice said with a chuckle. "Maybe Leo's already dead, maybe I killed Leo and took his phone. Ever think of that prick?" Tommy asked the caller. "You killed Leo?" The voice asked. "You must have some big cajonas." The voice said. "You wanna come work for me?" The voice asked Tommy. "Sure, where are you at?" Tommy asked the man. "I'm at Robina's cafe in Little Havana." The voice replied. "My name's Umberto, I got major work needs done, provided you have the cajonas to pull it off." Umberto replied before hanging up.