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"Oh, don't worry," Pete said, the constricting feeling in his chest vanishing. "That and more." | "Oh, don't worry," Pete said, the constricting feeling in his chest vanishing. "That and more." | ||
'''9 HOURS LATER''' | |||
Pete woke up staring at the wooden ceiling of the Skumole shack. He put on his vest, grabbed the pistol he kept under his pillow and slipped it into one of the holsters, and made his way down to the Greasy Chopper, which was down the street. | |||
Zeppelin was outside, smoking a cigar. Spotting him, the biker nodded at him, and walked into the bar with him. | |||
"Boss!" He shouted. "Vance is here!" | |||
Mitch looked up from the pool table, and stood up. "Alright, I recall you owe me a favour." | |||
"That's why I'm here," Pete said. "But one errand only. I've got something to do." | |||
Baker narrowed his eyes. "After my boys freed that friend of yours, we all ran for cover when the cops came after us, kid. One errand it is...but you'd better make it worth my while. Here's what I want you to do." He sat down on a barstool. "We've been regaining power in Vice City since some empire jockey busted our sites down about five years ago. But see, the Sharks have been a bit competitive about our territories in Downtown and Vice Point. I want you to give them a little distraction while we take it back from them. You're going to take some Haitian colours and create some chaos between them." | |||
"I don't know, Mitch," Pete said doubtfully. "The Haitians have caused enough trouble for me, and if they find out about this—" | |||
"Grow some balls, Vance," Mitch said. "And remember: you owe me. Now we don't want things to get nasty, do we?" | |||
The former said nothing. Baker pulled a set of folded clothes from behind the bar counter; a pale purple shirt, light blue jeans, and a headband. "Put these on. I've left a car behind the bar as well. Go wreak some havoc, and get out as fast as you can." | |||
Pete sighed, took the gang clothes, which smelled slightly of blood (he had little doubt as to how the biker obtained them), and left the bar through the back door. He quickly changed, entered the Voodoo that was parked there, and drove Downtown. | |||
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