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"Hey hey, I was just messing around, you know?" Hal said, raising his hands defensively. | "Hey hey, I was just messing around, you know?" Hal said, raising his hands defensively. | ||
"You do that a lot, don't you? I don't suppose she would care anyway. When you get a kid from a damn | "You do that a lot, don't you? I don't suppose she would care anyway. When you get a kid from a damn whore and you marry her, you don't even give a shit that she runs around every night with other guys." | ||
When Pete stopped the cab next to Little Haiti, the woman said, "Impressive. You got us here pretty quick." She stepped out, and entered the restaurant. She came out a few minutes later, walking casually but quickly, holding a box. She climbed back into the taxi, and placed it under her feet. "Okay, we've got it. Get us to the junkyard. It's not too far away." | |||
Pete pulled the cab off the main road, and stopped at the entrance. His blood ran cold when he saw who was standing outside. Five Haitians were waiting for them. He took one hand off the wheel and reached for the SMG tucked into his jacket. "Relax," Hal said. "We set up a meet here. Go ahead, Ruth." The woman picked up the box, exited the cab, and walked up to them. They spoke for a few moments, and gave her a file. She handed them the box, and walked back into the cab. "Okay, take us to 1800 Hoarmount Avenue." | |||
Hal looked out the window. "Oh, shit..." Ruth followed his gaze, and saw three Sentinels pull up, and a dozen men stepped out. | |||
"It's the Vercetti boys," she said. "Step on it. They're after the Haitians, but if we stick around, they won't have a problem killing us." | |||
Pete accelerated the taxi around them, and as he turned, he saw the gang members open fire on the Haitians. He took them back Downtown, and stopped outside an apartment. Hal and Ruth climbed out, the latter holding the file. "Thanks for your help, kid," she said, handing him some money. "See you around." Hal gave a curt nod, and followed her into the apartment. | |||
"What do your customers usually get up to?" Pete asked Delores as he parked the taxi back inside the depot. "I had a very interesting morning." | |||
"Oh, this and that," she said, giving him a few bills. "Here's for your time. Oh, did you want to see Ted? Ted!" she shouted. A man looking over his taxi turned, and walked over. | |||
"Hey Pete," the driver said, "how you doing?" | |||
"I'm getting places," he replied, shrugging. "You said you could help me out?" | |||
"I recall," Ted said. "Sit down," he added, pulling out two chairs beside a table. "Listen, I've been working at Kaufman's for a long time, and these last 3 years have been, let's say...very interesting. I've seen people come and go, got bullets punching holes in my cab and breaking my window, a few close calls. Say, this one guy, Jimmy Pegorino, came from Liberty City and is just starting a crime family here. They're doing some basic gun running...I hear you've met Keith Jamison, he works for Pegorino. You can find him at 175 Washington Street. He pays, if you pull a few favours for him." | |||
"Thanks, Ted," Pete said, standing up. "Listen, I got to go now, I'm seeing someone." | |||
"Need me to take you?" Ted asked. | |||
"No, it's alright. His place isn't too far off." He said goodbye, and ran off towards Phil's place. The ex-soldier was sitting on the hood of a Patriot and smoking a cigarette. He waved his one arm at Pete when he saw him. "How you doing, Pete? What can I do for you?" | |||
"I'm going to be seeing a lot of people with, erm...connections. I have a feeling I'll be running a few errands for them before they answer my questions. You got any guns?" | |||
"That and more, bud," Phil said, dropping his cigar and stepping on it. He walked to the back of his hummer and opened the trunk. "Usually I charge for it, but seeing as I know you, that wouldn't be decent." He grabbed a handgun, an assault rifle, a knife, and a few grenades. Carrying it to his truck, he said, "Wait here. I've got something for you." He entered his trailer, and came out a few moments later with a blue vest. "It's got gun holsters for basically everything. Bulletproof and everything too, I pulled a lot of strings to get these imported from San Andreas." | |||
"Thanks, man," Pete said, putting it on. He put his pistol and SMG in the holsters underneath the vest, tied the grenades to the rings beside them, and strapped the rifle across his back. | |||
"So, I'm guessing you're going to talk to Tommy?" | |||
"Yes," He was about to climb into the Walton, when he remembered something. Taking the picture of the woman out of his pocket, he asked, "Phil, who is this?" | |||
Phil froze. Taking the picture slowly, he squinted at it, and sighed. | |||
"That's my sister, Louise. Vic took quite a fancy to her. She died a few years ago, cuz of a fight against these crime lord brothers, the Mendezes. Your brother never quite forgave himself for it." | |||
Pete nodded, and started up the truck's engines. There were so many things that connected Vic to Vice City, it seemed. As he pulled onto Bayshore Avenue and headed for Starfish Island, he asked, "You talk about Vic a lot, Phil. But what about Lance?" | |||
Phil laughed. "Oh, Lance was quite a character. Not as hard-core as Vic, but you can tell a joke to him and laugh it over. Lance was loyal, knows how to look out for the empire. He was a good guy, hung out with Louise when Vic was too busy to. He became Tommy's partner in crime too in '86, but I'm not sure what happened to him. Tommy doesn't like to talk about it, I'm guessing something happened during that time his boss arrived on the front door. It was three of them against the Mafiya man, it was a miracle Tommy survived. We're here, by the way," he added, pointing out the window at a mansion up on the right. Pete took the truck onto the driveway, and they were stopped by a pair of gunmen. They were wearing the same colours as the ones whom had attacked the Haitians earlier, and toted Micro SMGs. One of them stepped up to the window. "Yeah?" | |||
"We're here to see Tommy," Phil said. "Tell him it's Phil." | |||
The gangsters nodded, and let them park next to a white Infernus. As Phil was searched for weapons and Pete handed over his vest, they were escorted into the estate. They walked up a set of stairs and into a room directly across the entrance. Inside, a man wearing jeans and a turquoise-coloured shirt was talking to more of the gangsters. "...you did good. Put the package in the safe, and if those Haitians try to come at us again, we'll teach them a lesson about stealing our stuff." He turned and saw the two standing outside his door. | |||
"Tommy!" Phil said, "Good to see you again!" He playfully punched the man lightly in the shoulder. | |||
"Phil, haven't seen you in a while," Tommy said, settling into a chair behind his desk. "Sit down, both of you. Who's your friend?" | |||
"I came into Vice a week ago. I'm Pete Vance." | |||
Tommy looked surprised. "Vance? Do you have brothers?" | |||
"Yes, two." | |||
The former thought for a moment. "So why are you here?" | |||
"There's questions I need answers to. I thought you could help me." | |||
"Alright," Tommy said, standing up. "I'll answer your questions, if you can help me with something." | |||
"I figured as much," Pete said. "Let me guess, you need some firepower to keep things in order around here." | |||
"That's right. I've got a lot more to run now these days, and I can't do it by myself. So, grab your guns, and wait for me outside." | |||
Pete nodded, and walked out of the room. One of the gangsters gave him his vest back, and he exited the mansion. | |||
"Why did you bring him here?" Tommy hissed as soon as Pete was out of earshot. | |||
"I saw what this guy could do, Tommy," Phil said. "He wants to know what happened to his brothers." | |||
"Do you have any idea what that bastard Lance did to me? When Sonny Forelli came here, he sided with him. I had to kill them both. Now his brother's here, snooping around. And his other brother was killed outside your old depot during our first drug trade. But I'm not telling him that. That would only give me something else to worry about." It was clear Tommy had wanted to let this out for a long time. | |||
Phil was speechless for a moment. When he could finally talk, he said, "I don't suppose you're at fault, Tommy. But don't you suppose you should tell Pete what happened? He deserves to know." | |||
"I haven't had a lot of forgiveness in my life, Phil," Tommy said. "There's no doubt he'd try to kill me out of revenge. But look," he continued. "Since he doesn't seem much like his backstabbing brother, and mostly because I've got more pressing issues right now, I'd rather not kill him. I'll try and get him out of Vice, but for now, I'll keep him busy." | |||
"Alright, Tommy," Phil said, walking out of the room. "I hope you know what you're doing." | |||
Tommy grabbed his AK off the wall, shaking his head. He followed Phil out of the mansion, and approached Pete, who was standing next to the Infernus. As Phil climbed into his truck, the latter waved goodbye. Tommy unlocked the door on his car, and climbed in. "Get in." Pete sat down beside him, and beside them, four gunmen entered a Sentinel. As Tommy drove them towards the mainland, he said, "We're intercepting a drug trade. We kill everyone, take the money and the drugs, and come back." | |||
"Sounds risky," Pete said. | |||
"Not if we pull it off properly. I got put in that situation once, and it really puts you in a hole. If we wipe out everyone involved, we wouldn't have a problem we can't handle. There'll be a lot of guys there, which is why there's more of my guys behind us. I'm also counting on you to be a good shot." | |||
"In exchange for...?" | |||
"A fair share of the money we take. And some answers, which is what you came here for right?" | |||
"Yes." | |||
"You'll get them, Vance. Just don't expect to like it." | |||
===Chapter 3=== | |||