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As Pete followed Tommy's directions, he decided to get to Downtown via Vice Point rather than Little Haiti. He parked his Phoenix down an alleyway, and casually walked up the staircase leading to the roof. He spotted a small wooden shack, with a worn-out door and a single bed. The windows were boarded up. He entered the confining space, closing the door behind him, and lay down upon the bed, which was surprisingly comfortable. Sighing, he quickly managed to fall asleep. | As Pete followed Tommy's directions, he decided to get to Downtown via Vice Point rather than Little Haiti. He parked his Phoenix down an alleyway, and casually walked up the staircase leading to the roof. He spotted a small wooden shack, with a worn-out door and a single bed. The windows were boarded up. He entered the confining space, closing the door behind him, and lay down upon the bed, which was surprisingly comfortable. Sighing, he quickly managed to fall asleep. | ||
'''6 HOURS LATER''' | |||
Pete was awakened by the sound of his phone ringing. Sitting up in bed, he found it in his pocket, and pressed the answer button. "Hello?" | |||
"It's Keith. Meet me outside the Downtown police station, don't ask any questions." | |||
"I think I already have a pretty good idea why," Pete said, putting on his vest and stepping out of the shack. It was a short run to the police station, and he quickly spotted Keith. | |||
"Thanks for coming so quickly," he said. "You bring your gun?" | |||
"Always," Pete said. | |||
"Good. We're going to—" | |||
"Bust out Gus?" he asked. | |||
"Yes," Keith said, pulling out an SMG. "Come on." | |||
"If you cared so much, why'd you leave him?" | |||
The question caught him by surprise. He turned to face Pete. "I had no choice..." | |||
"You could have done it," the latter said quietly. "But you were saving your own skin." | |||
"Look...I...the whole place was swarming with cops!" Keith sputtered. "We'd have all been killed—" | |||
"Keith, it's something called loyalty," Pete said, sitting down on the sidewalk. "Listen..." | |||
"Get up, Pete!" he said. "We've got to go in there now!" | |||
"Put the gun away," he said calmly. "Sit down, relax, and listen to me. The VCPD are just holding Gus for now. They can't do anything to him until he gets a trial. Now, my guess is, he either didn't have family, or he didn't tell the cops about them. Either way, it won't make a difference if we wait or not." | |||
"What are you trying to say?" Keith asked. | |||
"Tommy told me something the other day..." Pete said. "He used to work for this crime family, the Forellis. Ever since the 60's, he was one of their best gunmen, always got the job done. Then, something nasty happened in 1971. His boss, Sonny Forelli, set Tommy up. He was forced to kill eleven people instead of one as he was supposed to, and got landed in prison until '86. You see where I'm going with this?" | |||
"I didn't set Gus up!" the former said angrily. "It went wrong, we didn't get out in time." | |||
"You left him behind. And all he did was follow your orders. Look at me, Keith. Would you believe that five years ago I would be too sick to get around, let alone come to Vice City? I'm doing all kinds of shit now, and the reason I'm here is because of my brothers. I never knew how hard Vic and Lance had it down here, doing illegal stuff to make money. Chances are, they're not here anymore. But the least I can do is find out why. I'm here," Pete repeated, standing up. "because of my brothers. They worked hard to scrape up the cash so I can keep my condition mild, and now I'm going to find out what happened to them. So, if you're going to work with me, I'll warn you now not to desert me like you did to Gus when I need you." | |||
"Okay," Keith said. "Can we go now?" | |||
"We can't go in there alone," Pete said. "Like you said, we'd both be killed." | |||
"So what the hell do we do?" | |||
"We'll go down to the Greasy Chopper and call some Bikers for backup. Tommy put me in touch with them." | |||
Pete entered the bar, which was dimly lit and had the scent of cigarettes, and called, "Is Mitch Baker here?" | |||
A muscular man with black short-sleeved clothes stepped out of another door. "Who wants to know?" | |||
"Tommy Vercetti sent me. I need some help." | |||
"Prove it," the Biker said. Pete pulled out his phone, called Tommy, and handed it to him. | |||
"Tommy? Mitch here," the gangster said. "Yeah, some guy here called Pete says he needs my help. Alright. Okay." Mitch hung up, gave the phone back to him, and said, "Tommy says you can do a few jobs for me if you need money." | |||
"Can this wait?" Pete asked. "I need backup right now, I'm trying to get someone out of prison." | |||
Mitch thought for a moment. "You must be good if Tommy sent you. Alright, I'll get a couple of boys down to the station. But come see me again later cuz I'll want something in return." | |||
Pete and Keith met up with a trio of Bikers waiting outside the police station. "You Vance?" the lead one said. "I'm [[Zeppelin]]. We're going in with you. We've got an escape vehicle in the back, and some boys circling the area to cover you guys. Once you have your buddy, we'll split up, capiche?" | |||
"Capiche," Pete said, pulling out his assault rifle. Keith slowly opened the door, and they ran in. Pete shot the officers behind the desk, and they hurried down the hall. Zeppelin turned a corner and fired his twin SMGs, followed by the sound of screaming. He ducked behind a wall as bullets flew towards him. Keith lead Pete towards the cells, picking a key card off one of the dead officers. He quickly found Gus, and said, "We're getting you out, Gus!" | |||
"Keith, we have company!" Pete called, as he heard the sound of footsteps upstairs. | |||
"Open all the cells in this section!" Zeppelin shouted. "It'll cause a distraction!" They opened the doors one by one, and the criminals quickly ran to seize the weapons dropped by fallen officers, and ran towards the exit, rushing towards the street. Some of them were hit by bullets and fell, and others threw themselves on the officers, shooting and beating them to death. Keith and Pete led Gus towards the back exit, and saw an Admiral waiting for them with a Biker in the driver's seat. They entered the vehicle, and they sped out of the alleyway and onto the street, where multiple Bikers on [[Angel]]s were causing havoc for the officers. The prisoners were running in all directions, and Pete saw Zeppelin jump onto his bike and join the fray. Keith stuck his SMG out the window, shooting down a cop, and Pete did likewise with his Pistol. They both sat back and were breathing erratically as they drove away from the scene and into the relative silence of the night. Finally, Gus said, "Thanks for coming, Keith." | |||
"Pete was right," Keith said. "I never should have left you there." | |||
"Where to?" the driver asked. | |||
"Viceport," Keith replied. "Gus, you'll be staying at my place for a while." | |||
"Shit," the Biker said. "The cops are going to be all over us by tomorrow. You'd better be as good as Vercetti said, Vance." | |||
"Oh, don't worry," Pete said, his vision clearing as the effects of his asthma faded again. "That and more." | |||
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