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"We'll meet you Downtown," Keith said, as Pete followed her outside. "See you later, Ruth." | "We'll meet you Downtown," Keith said, as Pete followed her outside. "See you later, Ruth." | ||
Two of Pegorino's gang members were waiting for them outside in a Moonbeam. As Pete and McKenzie climbed into the backseats of the van, she said, "Take us to Sunshine Autos." The driver scowled, but pulled the minivan onto the road and towards the mainland. | |||
Two of the four bridges connecting Vice City's two islands required major repair, and traffic was heavy as they were squeezed through Starfish Island. When they reached the auto shop, the gang members dropped them off and drove off. McKenzie showed him inside, and said, "It's time you got your own car while you're here in Vice. Here's the owner." A large, short-haired man wearing a dark suit watched them as they approached. "This is BJ Smith, the car dealer." | |||
"Ruth, what can I do for you?" Smith asked, shaking her hand. | |||
"Getting a car for my friend here," she replied. "You got anything...flashy?" | |||
The man thought for a moment. "Tommy brought in a decent-looking Phoenix a few weeks ago, I fixed it up. It's sitting in the downstairs garage. Wait one, I'll drive it out for you." He walked out of the showroom, and down a ramp. Pete turned to McKenzie. "Tommy? Does he mean Vercetti?" | |||
"Who else? He owns quite a few of these places around Vice. Drops by every now and then to collect his revenue for the protection he's giving." | |||
"So that's how the powerful get rich here. They find the vulnerable and suck them dry, where they're not in a position to complain." | |||
A fast-looking car moved up the ramp and stopped outside the door. Smith climbed out, and beckoned at them. "Take a look." | |||
Pete whistled. The Phoenix looked like a cross between a muscle car and a sports car. It had a slim, laminar look to it. The exterior was painted jet-black with a bright yellow stripe down the middle, and on the back were two huge exhaust pipes. The interior had a pair of leather seats. | |||
"Quite an eye-catcher," Smith said. "I spent a lot of time on this thing." | |||
"How much?" Ruth asked. | |||
"Twenty-four thousand." | |||
"What do you say to eighteen?" | |||
"I say that ain't worth all the work I put into this." | |||
"Twenty, then." | |||
Smith thought for a moment. "Alright. But only cuz it's you, Ruth." | |||
As McKenzie pulled out her wallet, Pete said, "No, I'll pay, I've brought enough—" | |||
"Pete, if you spent all your earnings on this car, you'd be broke," she said. "Don't worry about it. Just consider yourself owing me a few favours." As she handed the money to Smith, he said, "Key's in the ignition. You can go see Ernest Kelly if you want to save yourself the trouble of registering the car." | |||
As Pete took the driver's seat, and McKenzie climbed in beside him, he said, "Thanks, Ruth." As he drove through Little Havana, he remembered something that had been on his mind for a while. "What's your relationship with Hal?" | |||
"I'm his sister-in-law. His brother, Ian, was my husband. He died not long ago when we were caught in a gunfight with the Haitians. It was thanks to Hal that I got out alive." | |||
"You're taking it welll," Pete said. "A lot of people I know would do something stupid like slaughter a whole bunch of Haitians or shut themselves out from the world." | |||
"I lost a lot of people in my life," McKenzie said, with a bitter laugh. "I'm getting used to it, really. But when we drove away on a Voodoo with a cracked windshield and a punctured tire, it was hard to know Ian wasn't with us. I was in shock." | |||
"Is he...is Ian, anything like Hal?" | |||
McKenzie gave a slight smile. "I know what you're asking. Ian was loyal, trustworthy, and never broke a promise. He wasn't the best on manners, but he knew what was right...as far as we can go. Never took a life if it wasn't necessary. Didn't have a great past, but he was trying to get over that. So, no...he wasn't anything like Hal." | |||
There was an awkward silence as they entered Little Haiti. "So, who's this Ernest Kelly?" Pete finally asked. | |||
"Guy who works at the Print Works. He'll get you some papers and ID for your car in case you get pulled over by the cops or something." | |||
"Let me guess," he said, driving them out of the dealership. "Tommy owns the place?" | |||
"Correct." | |||
"Figures." | |||
When Pete came back out of the Print Works with the ID documents, McKenzie said, "Now let's get you a phone. There's an Electric Avenue in Downtown, it'll be our last stop before we get started on that errand." | |||
"I think I'll pay for the phone," he said, turning onto Bayshore Avenue and heading Downtown. "So what's this errand?" | |||
"Pegorino wants us to eliminate a bunch of cops that tracked him down from Liberty. He got a manslaughter charge last year, and they're coming to bring the VCPD some files on him. We need to ambush them as they land on the VCPD rooftop, take the files, and bring them back to his place." | |||
"Not really a smart idea, they're just going to send more officers and put a lockdown on the area." | |||
"Pegorino's not hanging around too long, he's leaving in a few weeks. We just need to keep them busy until then." | |||
They stopped at a small store on the Downtown streetside. Pete entered the store, selected and purchased a phone, and came out a few minutes later. As he walked back up to his car, a Kaufman cab pulled up to them. Ted waved at him from the driver seat, and Hal, Keith, and Gus climbed out of the taxi. | |||
"We should get going," Keith said. "I'll go with Gus up to the fire station rooftops. Pete, you're in the opposite building. Ruth, Hal, you're on the helipad. You guys will take their helicopter and hightail it back to Pegorino's." | |||
"Pete, put your car in the parking lot over there," McKenzie said, pointing. "I left a sniper rifle for you under the Sabre parked there. get into the adjacent building and give us some covering fire from the rooftop." Pete nodded, and climbed back into his car. | |||
"Make sure you don't fall off," he heard her add as he pulled it into the parking lot. | |||
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