L.A.N.C.E

[Sinful]

Here, I'll show you the other side of the Vice City story, from Lance's point of view. I'll show the reasons for why Lance betrayed Tommy, showing he didn't do that for nothing.

 

 

 

Index
Chapter I	The Deal
Chapter II	He’s got a gun!
Chapter III	Protecting the Slimeball
Chapter IV	What do you think you're doing?
Chapter V	Mr. Vance
Chapter VI	Nothing but a Pig
Chapter VII	This is for my Brother!
Chapter VIII	Bang Bang, you’re Dead
Chapter IX	I'm not your running boy
Chapter X	My back’s just fine, brother
Chapter XI	The Land of the Cops
Chapter XII	Please, man, don't do that
Chapter XIII	An Old Drunk Buddy
Chapter XIV	Fair Enough?
Chapter XV	I’d like to speak with Sonny Forelli.
Chapter XVI	It’s the end of your little world
Chapter XVII	…And Your Enemies Closer
Epilogue	The Mafia

Serafim's	Alternate Ending
Epilogue	The Vance Family
Chapter I	I got to get the hell outta here!
Chapter II	Pete lives!
Chapter III	Always getting into trouble!
Chapter IV	They can’t kill Mr. Big Shot
Chapter V	It’s an ambush, Tommy!
Chapter VI	Making The Name Vance

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Chapter I - The Deal

 

 

-Hey, Bro, you see’em there? It’s those guys from up north...

-Yeah... You checked them already? Think we can trust them?

-Sure I checked, Bro, they’re clean! What, do you think I’d lead us to a trap or something?

-Oh, never mind, Lance.

The Vance Brother’s black Maverick landed on the docks.

-What’s his name again?

-Thomas Varietti or something.

-Varietti? What f*ckin’ name’s that?

-Haha, Bro… Well, we ain’t here to discuss his name, we’re here to make a deal.

-Yeah, sure.

Victor took the briefcases full of coke and left the chopper. He tried to imitate a Colombian accent when he said:

-One hundred percent pure grade-A Colombian, my friend.

-Lemme see it. -said the man in the blue Hawaiian t-shirt, Thomas Vercetti.

-The greens?

The Forelli goons opened their briefcases, showing the money.

-Ten’s and twenty’s. Used.

-I think we have a deal my friend! Ha Ha Ha--

 

Lance was still on the Maverick, trying to clean the dust out of his brand new white suit. The old blue one wasn’t making such a success with the ladies. Then he saw something unusual. Three hitmen, holding heavy weapons, were hidden between some crates. Lance didn’t call any security… Those north guys had all their security there, holding briefcases… Those guys in black were up to no good. Lance took his Skorpion and, at the moment he was trying to leave the chopper, the goons in black shot Vic, ‘Varietti’, and anything they else they could see.

-HOLY sh*t VIC! –at that moment, one of the north guys was escaping; two Forelli goons and Vic were lying in the ground above a pool of blood. The hitmen then saw Lance and his Skorpion. –sh*t, I gotta get outta here… Vic… Bro… sh*t! –the Maverick took off and got far away from the docks. –Oh, f*ck… Vic… sh*t… I can’t believe he’s dead! He… He can’t be! He gotta be alive! And –sh*t!- I left him to death there… Who the f*ck were those guys? –Lance landed the chopper in his house’s helipad. He slowly walked to a desk, opened a package full of cocaine, and started snoring it. –Bro! I’m here! Help me Bro, please! Ohh… sh*t!

 

The phone kept ringing all night, but Lance was way too doped to do anything but snore a bit more cocaine. The TV was on, and all the channels were transmitting the death of the Vice City Snow King, Victor Vance.

“It’s over. The empire of the criminal known as Victor Vance was today destroyed with his death by the hands of the heroic DEA, when trying to make a raid, being received by bullets coming from Victor Vance and other two men identified as having connections with Liberty City’s Forelli Crime Family. Close sources indicate that Victor Vance was meeting with the Forellis in order to set a business partnership to control both north and south of the United States.”

A young man with a black suit and a DEA badge was on the screen, identified as ‘Special Agent Michael Toreno’.

-Yeah, by the time we got there, they tried to shoot us. But when we returned fire, the bastards tried to run, shooting everywhere around, endangering innocent lifes! As a Government Agent, I couldn’t let that happen, so my team and I did everything to stop those hooligans. Unfortunately that led to their own deaths.”

-LIARS! LIARS EVERYWHERE! My brother would NEVER run from you, you punk-ass, low-life, sons of bitches DEA bitches! Why can’t they just tell the truth, that my brother was cowardly murdered by those bastards? I’m gonna call a hit on you, Toreno! -yelled Lance, reaching the phone -but first falling on the floor as an effect from the cocaine- and calling to some goons. -Yeah. Freddie? You there? What? Why they all going away? What the f*ck? They WORK for me, they can’t just leave me like that! No, they don’t work just for my brother, they work for the Vance family. You what? You too? Hey you pr--… Son of a bitch! -Lance threw the phone outside the window. -Oh f*ck… Now I’m f*ckin’ ruined. My brother would be able to save me now… f*ckin’ Vic, why did you had to die, you asshole! sh*t… Our empire… Ruined! Now this f*ckin’ government is gonna find all the evidences they f*ckin’ want there in those f*ckin’ businesses. sh*t. I don’t give a f*ck. After all Vic was right in not putting my name anywhere, I guess. My brother… Always treating me like a kid, even after dead. sh*t, I’m f*ckin’ poor. Let me snore this sh*t a lil’ bit more anyway, f*ck.

A few minutes later a Cuban Hermes stopped by Lance’s garage. A man’s voice said while knocking on the door:

-Hey! Open the door. Lance? You there, ladyboy?

Lance woke up. Someone was knocking on the door, probably a cop. Or a DEA. Although a DEA wouldn’t call Lance a ladyboy. Only one person could call him like that. Lance got up and tried to clean the cocaine out of his suit and face. Took a look in the mirror and opened the door.

-Umberto! What a nice surprise… -Lance was having some trouble hiding that he was high.

-Look, Lance… I’m sorry for you, man… I can’t believe Vic’s gone either… The killers must have a lot of balls to do such a thing… Or worse: they didn’t know who they were shooting at.

-Yeah, yeah… -Lance sat in the couch, as well as Umberto.

-What’s this smell? Do you store coke in here?

-Of course not maaaan… You think I’m crazy or what?

Umberto noticed a pack full of and a lot of white powder in a desk.

-sh*t. No wonder the smell… You don’t store, you snore it.

-Oh, man… I ain’t no addict! I just needed to relax a little… It’s way too much pressure on me!

-Look, boy, you can’t let yourself go just because your brother is gone. He was a real, unreplaceable man.

-Hm, mf… Whatever…

-You can be like him. You just gotta stop with this THING! -Umberto took a golf club from the floor and smashed the desk with cocaine. Lance was starting to get back to himself.

-Yeah, sure… I gotta be like him… I gotta stop with this sh*t… First I’m gonna find out who did this to my brother.

-Now that’s something I can help you with. Rico’s outside. He got a lead from the buyer you and your brother were selling to. Go meet him outside. -Umberto left the house and got in the Cuban Hermes, driving off straight to his house in Little Havana. Lance got outside to meet Rico.

-So, you’re the man, huh? Lance Vance?

-Whatever. Let’s go. So where’s that guy? -they both got in Lance’s white Infernus.

-I heard trough the grapevine… He’s trying to find his money and the drugs. I though you could join him. After all ya’ll looking for the same thing, right?

-Yeah, let’s go.

-He’s at the Malibu Club. -said Rico, and Lance sped up straight to the Malibu. Whatever that guy name was, Lance was gonna help him.

 

Lance was getting out of the car when a white Freeway almost ran over him.

-Motherf*cker! -yelled Lance at the biker.

-Hey, that’s him, that’s the man! -yelled Rico to Lance, who was getting in the Malibu. Rico ran to Lance. -Hey, white-suit!

-What do you want now? And where’s the man?

-He just left. The guy in the white Freeway.

-That was him? Lousy driver… -said Lance, getting in the Infernus and leaving Rico behind.

-Don’t mind me! -the Infernus was far away at this time. -Asshole… Hey, baby, you dance mambo?

 

Lance was following Thomas closely, being careful not to be noticed. He wanted to know what the Italian guy was up to. Thomas stopped in an alley, as well as Lance, who took a couple of Colt45’s, just in case. When Lance walked inside the alleyway, he had a surprise. Thomas was beating up a restaurant chef. By the time Lance got there, the chef was dead.

-Oh, way to go, tough guy. Beat him to a pulp. That should make him real chatty. -said Lance.

-You want some too?

-Hey, chill. I want what you want, brother.

-Oh, yeah? And what’s that?

-Your green. And my dead brother's white lady. Unfortunately, you just silenced our lead.

-Accidents happen. Get lost.

-Hey, hey, whoa. No need to go all 'Lone Ranger' on my ass. -This guy Thomas wasn’t being so easy after all, thought Lance. -The way I see it: we two hombres in a strange town. We need to watch each other's back.

-My back’s just fine, brother…

At that moment, three chefs with knifes were walking to kill Vercetti.

-You sure about that? Here, take this. -Lance gave one of his Colt45 to Thomas, and they shot their way to the Infernus. -Follow me! -He left Thomas drive in case someone followed them, so Lance could shoot. - One thing you gotta realize about this town. You gotta pack some heat. C'mon, the local gun shop's a couple of blocks away. -They passed in front of the Pole Position -strip- Club. -You know, every man needs a little R&R once in a while. This here's the Pole Position Strip Club. You might want to drop in some time.

-I’m not really in the mood for that. I got my own reasons to find the money. And the drugs.

-Why’s that? Someone’s gonna whack you if you don’t do so? -said Lance, with an ironic voice.

-Something like that.

-Oh.

Thomas Vercetti stopped by the Ocean Beach Ammunation gunshop and bought some Colt45 clips while Lance waited on the car.

-So, I don’t wanna be hanging out all day, let’s drop by your place.

Vercetti drove to the Ocean View hotel, Lance hop’d in the driver seat, and said:

-I'm going to go see what I can dig up. I'll be watching you, Tommy.

 

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I hope ya'll like it

Edited June 26, 2007 by Sinful

[Pranjal]

That is great work. You ventured into a place where nobody else tried and you succeeded. Making Lance as the protagonist and exploring the unorthodox way of presenting Vice City was really unique.

 

Try to make it more presentable by separating the paragraphs.That will do wonders.

 

Are you going to continue the storyline?

[Sinful]

That is great work. You ventured into a place where nobody else tried and you succeeded. Making Lance as the protagonist and exploring the unorthodox way of presenting Vice City was really unique.

 

Try to make it more presentable by separating the paragraphs.That will do wonders.

 

Are you going to continue the storyline?

Wow, thanks a lot! Yes, I'm gonna write the next chapter right now.

About the paragraphs: I was using office word, so everything looked clean there

[Pranjal]

OK then but make sure that you don't deviate enough from the Vice City storyline.

[-/TNT\-]

Nice chapter man and kudos to you for being good in English, even though it isn't your first language.

[Rashon.]

Not bad so far, Sinful.

[Sinful]

Thanks everyone

 

I'll post the next chapter today maybe.

 

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edit: shorter chapter, hope you like it.

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Chapter II - He’s got a gun!

 

 

Lance got back to his house with no problems. After all, what a bunch of chefs could do to anyone? His meeting with Vercetti didn’t help much. He’d have to try his own contacts. First of them would be Gonzales. Lance didn’t really know the guy, but his brother did, and Vance is a family. Lance took the phone and called Gonzales, now living in his Penthouse.

-Yea. Tell him Lance Vance would like to talk to him. Yes. What? Gonzales ain’t there? He left country? Now that’s a stupid excuse. Look, you tell him Lance Vance, Vic Vance’s brother wanna talk to him. Brazil? Brazil my ass! -and hang up. -Looks like I’m gonna have to check it for myself. -Lance hop’d in his Infernus and drove to Gonzalez’s Penthouse, near the Malibu Club. Got out of the car and kicked the door of the building. Took the elevator and found Gonzales in the roof drinking a lemon cocktail, with two Asians making him a massage in the feet. He didn’t notice Lance was coming.

-Hey, Gonzales! You fat prick. And where’s your wig?

-LANCE? Oh, I, I… -get outta here girls- I was just about to call you!

-Ohh, really? I though you were going to Brazil!

-Yeah, sure, I was gonna call you and then go to Brazil!

-So what were you doing here drinking lemon and getting a massage? -said Lance, kicking the table with the drinks.

-I, I, I… I was just having some final fun before going to Brazil, you know, you don’t see many Asian massagers ‘round there!

-Yeah, right. Look, you fat-ass. Victor is dead.

-WHAT? Who did it?

-That’s why I’m here, to ask you what happened. I’m pretty sure you know.

-Me? I don’t know anything, Lance! You know I wouldn’t lie to YOU!

-Is that so? You already backstabbed your “Colonel”. What would stop you from backstabbing me and my brother?

-Why would I know something?

-I know you tell everything to that fat Diaz!

-You know I don’t have a choice! But I’d NEVER sell you guys out!

-Well, I think you did. So tell me right now and maybe you live.

-I said you I don’t know anything! -said Gonzales, and Lance grabbed him in the neck.

-TELL ME, I KNOW YOU’RE BEHIND THIS!

-It wasn’t me! -Gonzales was nearly crying.

-WHO HAVE YOU TOLD? DIAZ?

-Noooo!

-TELL ME!

-OK, OK! -Gonzales now had his ball face completely red, while tears were falling apart. -IT WAS DIAZ… But PLEASE don’t hurt me!

-I KNEW it! I knew it was Diaz all along. And I though he was trustworthy. That fat bitch. My brother did everything to him and… -Lance was interrupted by Gonzales’s two personal bodyguards carrying nightsticks staring him. -What? You’re gonna attack me? -The bodyguards kept staring him.

-Eh! He’s got a gun! -yelled Gonzales.

-You’re all gonna die if you don’t drop these sh*ts right now. -The bodyguards stepped back and dropped their nightsticks. -Bitches. Gonzales!

-No, please…

-I ain’t gonna kill you now. But from now on, you work for me. You won’t do anything for Diaz before telling me. You understand?

-Ok, ok…

-Fat-ass… -Lance left Gonzales crying at his Penthouse and headed to the Malibu Club take some drinks. The morning news in the next day were reporting the massacre of Gonzales.

“Vice City is in shock today. The drug lord known as ‘Gonzales’ was brutally murdered in the streets of Vice Point yesterday night. His body was found in pieces in front of the building he was hiding from the police. Witnesses affirm he was killed by a man using a chainsaw. Details later, with Jonathan Morgan. Now, back to The Barfs marathon.”

 

Lance spent all night drunk at the Malibu Club. When he woke up, at 11a.m, with a terrible headache, a man with a black suit and a badge attached was sitting on his side.

-Good morning, Mr. Vance. -the man said.

-You are?

-Special Agent Jason Caine. DEA.

The DEA agent probably wanted to bother him about his brother. Lance was sure his name wasn’t involved in any paper. Well, maybe not so sure.

-What you want with me? I’m clean, Mr. Caine. All I’ve used recently was lots of tequila, but hey, I guess this is a free country, right? Haha…

-Sure. Well, that’s not why I’m here.

-So what do you want with me? -Lance was getting nervous. He was now pretty sure all that was about the Vance empire. -Is this about my brother? I’m sure my lawyer already spoke to you. My brother was a degenerate, drug dealin’ murderer. I never had anything to do with him. As a matter of fact I always hated the fact he never cared about our family. Self-righteous son of a bitch. -Lance was burning on the inside by lying about his brother. He had to be convincing, after all.

-Actually that’s confidential. I can’t give you any information about an ongoing investigation. Unless the investigation regards you.

-Me? If you don’t wanna talk about my… “brother”, then what do you want with me? -Lance was getting confused.

-I just wanna ask you a few questions about the murder of Gonzales Cruz, the drug lord.

-What? Who’s Gonzales?

-Look, don’t play innocent to me. I’m here by myself trying to catch a killer. I know what you did. Gonzales’s bodyguards told me everything. How you had a fight with the victim hours before he got killed, including the fact that you threatened his life. All the evidences point to you, Lance Vance.

-Is that so? Look, I don’t want to waste my time with you talking about something I don’t even know about. If you want to talk to me, call my lawyer. Now, excuse me, I got my own things to take care of.

-Ok, Vance. I’ll be watching you. If you do anything wrong, I swear I’ll take you out myself. No police. You’ll be dead just like your bitch-ass criminal brother. Because that’s what all murderers deserve.

-Is that a threat?

-What? I don’t know what you talking about, I’m just here to drink a couple of drinks. -said Jason, playing his reaction if Lance said anything to the Police. -Don’t try anything, Vance, I’m a cop. You’d die.

-As I said, call my lawyer. -Lance left the Malibu Club. -Bitch… Now I wonder who killed that fat f*ck. Probably Diaz, after knowing that his open-mouth opened his mouth to someone else. Well, I already know who I’m gonna ask to. Time to meet Mr. Colonel Juan Garcia Cortez. -Lance got in his white Infernus and headed to the Boatyard.

 

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I'm currently traveling. As soon as I got home I'll write the next chapter. 'til there, I hope you enjoy this chapter...

Edited January 9, 2007 by Sinful

[Pranjal]

Great that you have sticked to the main storyline. But, please separate the dialogs with paragraphs. For example, when Lance was threatening Gonzalez and then later he was questioned by Officer Caine.These two are different scenarios. So, whenever you shift from one scenario to another, you can separate them .That will make easy transition from one scenario to another without having any impact on its continuity.

 

Hope my advice is taken as a friendly criticism

[Vanilla Shake]

I like.

 

Just needs a little improving in the same department as others have mentioned.

 

But other than that minor quibble, good job.

 

I'm looking forward to the next installment.

[Blackadder.]

Like everyone else said, needs minor improving, but looking good Sinful

[Moth]

good story man and lsit to the people before on hits and you would be ok

 

peace out

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Pretty cool story you have here.

[Sinful]

Chapter III - Protecting the Slimeball

 

 

Colonel Juan Garcia Cortez was always looking for new men to do his dirt work. He was talking to Thomas Vercetti right before Lance got there.

-Thomas, I appreciate your coming. -Cortez said. -Forgive me for getting straight to business. Diaz has asked me to oversee a minor business transaction.

-Let's hope it goes better than last time, huh?

-Which is why I thought of you, my friend.

-I've dropped some protection at the multistory carpark. Pick it up - then go and watch over Diaz's men at the drop off. Gracias, amigo.

 

Thomas left the Colonel’s boat, and five minutes later Lance got there. There were armed sailors all over the Boatyard.

-Whoa, that’s the hell of a protection. Hey, you.

-Yes? -one of the sailors answered.

-I wanna talk to your boss. Colonel Juan Garcia Cortez.

-Out of question. Colonel Cortez is busy.

-Is that so? Go talk to him, tell him Lance Vance got some information about some ruined deal.

-I’ll talk to him. But don’t expect an answer.

-Whatever, man. -the sailor headed to the boat -What kind of clothing is that?

Some minutes later the sailor was back.

-You can go. Follow me.

-I said ya, I said ya.

The Colonel was finishing eating his Lobster when Lance got there.

-Mr. Vance!

-Colonel. I was looking forward to see you. The Vance brothers never got to meet you, we always dealt with that fat prick that said was working for you: Gonzales.

-Oh, yes. That was a great loss. Unfortunately I think we’ll never get to know who did that, right?

-Guess so. Look, I think I know who was behind that ruined deal.

-Yes, go on.

-Before you killed Gonzales, ‘cause I know you did that, I spoke to him. Which I thought was the right thing to do before killing him.

-I’m afraid we had no time to talk to him.

-Whatever. The thing is, he told me who he ratted to.

-Who?

-Mr. Coke.

-Ricardo?

-Mr. Diaz himself.

-Oh. That’s something that surprises me. Unfortunately, I don’t have enough conditions to deal with Ricardo. I even have to work for him.

-Is that a fact?

-Yes. I just sent one of my associates to protect him in some deal with the Cubans. Perhaps you could help him.

-I don’t see where that’ll help ‘me’.

-Mr. Vance, I though a man like you, that just lost his brother and all his money, would like some opportunities… Of course you will be rewarded.

-And what keeps me from killing him?

-You can be sure you would be killed by one of his associates in the same day. For now, I advise you work for him until you get close enough.

-Whatever.

-I left some protection in a car park for my associate. Perhaps you can meet him there.

-Let’s pop.

Lance left the Colonel’s boat, hop’d in his white Infernus, and headed to the multistory car park.

 

At the moment Lance got in the car park, Thomas was taking the Ruger from a trash can. Lance got out of the Infernus and said to him:

-Hogging all the action, I see…

Thomas was surprised for Lance coming out of nowhere. But he wouldn’t let the Vance brother notice that.

-Look, you wanna do something other than just shadowing me everywhere? Why don't you come along and show me if you're any use.

-I might just do that. The name's Lance, by the way.

They both hop’d in the Infernus and Lance drove to the meeting point.

 

Diaz was inside his bulletproof Admiral, parked in the alleyway, and two armed goons were in the outside.

Lance parked the Infernus near the alleyway, and Diaz said to Thomas:

-You must be Cortez’s new gun.

-Until more gainful opportunities arise. -answered Tommy. He didn’t appear to be that loyal, after all. He turned to Lance and said -They'll be here any minute - we both better get a good vantage point...

-OK! I'll take the balcony, you get the roof across the yard.

Soon a Cuban Hermes, now with a black-flame paintjob, to dismiss unwanted attention the old white one was getting, stopped in the alleyway. Two Cuban goons got out of the car and the deal begun. A few minutes later a Haitian Voodoo ran over one of Diaz’s goons, the two occupants got out and started shooting everyone. Soon they were both dead by Thomas and Lance.

A modified Burrito stopped in the street and four Haitians got out. That was going to be a massive attack against Diaz. Lance’s hearth was telling him to let the fat pig die, but his brain was telling Lance to kill all the Haitians in the way in order to get Diaz’s trust.

-Sheeit! -yelled Lance, killing one of the Haitians.

-These Haitians think they can take RICARDO DIAZ!?! -said Diaz, killing two of the Haitians. One of the intruders was coming to Lance.

-Take this you dickhead! -said Lance, before noticing his ammo ran out -Tommy! -in a second the Haitian was dead. Lance took his ammo.

Another Voodoo crashed in the alleyway and it’s two passengers got out and started shooting.

-Damn! -said Lance, that was getting worse.

One of the Cubans killed both Haitians. Another van stopped in the back of the alley.

-More damned Haitians in a sh*tty van! -said Diaz, killing two of them. One of Diaz’s goons killed another Haitian after Lance shoot one in the head.

Two Haitians in yellow Sanchez where cruising the alley, when one of them stole Diaz’s briefcase full of money.

-MY MONEY! -yelled Diaz, shooting one of the thieves in the head. -Don't just stand there, you pricks, chase that Haitian dickhead down!

-I’ll take it! -Tommy ran and took the dead Haitian’s Sanchez.

-Tommy! I'll stay here and watch over Diaz! -said Lance.

Two more Haitians appeared in a building’s roof, and Lance and Diaz took them out.

-Quentin! Glad to see you again, my friend. I’m sorry for your brother, he was a good man, not like the other sh*t heads working for me.

-Yeah, I wonder who did that to him.

-An unfortunate loss. But we must move on!

Lance couldn’t control himself, he wanted to kill Ricardo Diaz.

-Yes, sure, move on.

-Look, Quentin, you drop by my mansion sometime, eh? I’ve got new a shipment of Donkey Porn just ready to be watched.

-Sure thing. -Pervert bastard Diaz, though Lance -I’ll be going now, got stuff to do. See you, Mr. Diaz.

-Adiós, amigo. -said Diaz, hopping in the bulletproof Admiral.

Lance got in his Infernus and headed to the Pole Position Club, he had to clear his mind. A few minutes later Tommy got back with Diaz’s money.

 

Lance parked his Infernus in the front of the Club as usual, and invited his favorite girl to a room:

-Hey, Maria! Come here, let’s have some fun, baby. -Maria Latore was a eighteen year old stripper who Lance really enjoyed having… fun.

-Hey, Lance!

-Yeah, baby, Lance T. Vance, T for Tantric Love, sugar!

-Heh heh, Lance, you up for a lil’ sumthin’ sumthin’ with my friend Mercedes today?

-I bet she’s not as good as you, but hey, what do I know?

-I’ll find her, she must be at one of the rooms. Or bathrooms.

Maria went looking for Mercedes in the rooms. She opened the door of one and saw something unusual.

Mercedes was tied up in the bed, and an ugly fat man was pointing a gun at her, saying:

-Now you’re gonna die for dumping me for that prick! You whore! -the man was obviously drunk.

-What the f*ck? Drop that gun, fatso! -yelled Maria.

-And who the f*ck are YOU? -said the fat guy, now pointing the gun at her.

 

Maria was taking too long, Lance decided to look for her. He then sees her freezed outside a room, with her arms in the head, like someone was pointing a gun at her.

-Well, maybe someone IS pointing a gun at her. -Lance took his Colt45 and sneaked to the door.

The fat man saw Lance and shot at him, missing and hitting an Candy Suxx’s Donkey Adventures 5 movie poster. Lance then shot him between the legs and say:

-Holy sh*t. You better take this fat slimeball to a Hospital.

-But what about our night?

-After this, all I want is pop some tequila, ya know what I mean?

-Well, sure, honey.

Lance talked to the bartender and some minutes later he was getting drunk with tequila.

 

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A bit longer chapter than the second one, hope you like it.

By the way, the events are separated by paragraphs... They're just too big, I guess.

Edited November 30, 2006 by Sinful

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Really good story, Sinful.

[Pranjal]

Oh, dear old Vice. How I miss it. Anyway nicely written but I would like to point out a tiny error When Tommy goes back to Diaz after retrieving his money, Lance can still be seen at the stairway. Only after Tommy finished talking to Diaz, Lance was not to be seen.

[Sinful]

I never saw Lance there. Anyways, no big deal about it.

Thanks.

[Sinful]

Bump + double post + Chapter IV

Hope ya'll like it.

 

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Chapter IV - What do you think you're doing?

 

 

Lance woke up with -surprisingly- no headache. Paid the bartender and left the Pole Position Club. Got in his Infernus and headed straight to his house to grab some protection.

He took a M60 a mounted it in his Maverick, now red and white, because the other colors weren't attracting girls to do a R&R in the air. Took off the chopper and flew his way to Diaz’s mansion. Diaz was in the roof watching his newly acquired Donkey Porn Collection.

-QUENTIN! Quentin, my friend! Come here, come here see my new collection… Just bought from a guy in the army…

-Hey, Mr. Diaz. I’m… I’m not really interested in that by now.

-Whatever you say, my boy. Look, I got a job for you. Great plan I had. You, Tommy and Jimmy are gonna fly over Prawn Island. You’re gonna pilot the chopper, and Tommy and my boy are gonna shoot the bastards down! HAHA…

-Sounds good for me.

-Of course it sounds good, I planned it! Look, my Sea Sparrow is, huh… painting. You’re gonna have to use your chopper.

-You sure I can’t pilot yo--

-NO! It’s painting. -said Diaz, when one of his goons came with a telephone in hands.

-Hey boss, phone for you.

-Who’s the prick?

-Jimmy.

-Gimme that. -the goon hand the phone to Diaz -Yeah. What? What did you do? YOU INCOMPETENT BASTARD I’M GONNA CHOP YOUR HEAD OFF!

-What, what happened, Diaz? -asked Lance, while Diaz was getting inside the mansion.

-Wait, Quentin. JIMMY YOU SON OF A BITCH! They’re all dead? But you’re alive? -Diaz covered the phone so Jimmy couldn’t listen -Lance, I don’t believe the incompetence of these dickheads! How come they work for me? ME! RICARDO DIAZ! This asshole was with some other assholes in Prawn checking how many of these gangster dickheads are there. And now he’s saying me all of my boys are dead, and only he’s alive! What do YOU think he did?

-What I think, Mr. Diaz? Well, I think he sold you out.

-That’s also what I think! He’ll probably be there with the Sharks just waiting for you and Tommy go there and get shot. Quentin, you and Tommy, please, KILL THAT BASTARD! -Diaz answered the phone -Ok, Jimmy, look, Quentin and Tommy are going there to save you ok? I bet you still have the guns? WHAT? -Diaz and Lance were now going down the stairs -What kind of incompetent fool are you? -Tommy was walking through the main door -FOOL! FOOL! FOOL! FOOL! Tommy!

-What, Ricardo? -Tommy was wearing his casual outfit, with the Hawaiian t-shirt and jeans.

- These idiots - they always trying to screw you. That's the problem with this business. -a goon was walking through the door with a package full of cocaine -What do you think you're doing? -yelled Diaz at the goon, throwing a vase at him - These pricks have failed me miserably… Soon any mom and pop will think they can sell gallo in Vice City. What next, huh? The stinking Mafia?! That gang place is a fortress at ground level, so Quentin here - Quentin! QUENTIN! -Lance walked to Diaz -He'll fly you over the area! Eradicate them! -the goon was getting up and trying to clean the mess Diaz made with the vase -What do you think you're doing?

Lance and Tommy walked to the chopper in the roof. When they got there, Tommy said:

-What are you doing here?

-Hey, I've been asking around and it's obvious that Diaz jumped the deal and iced my brother.

-And he'll kill you, too!

-I can take Diaz!

-No - listen to me! I'll handle Diaz… he's beginning to trust me.

They got in the chopper and Lance took off heading to Prawn Island.

-One thing puzzling me, What's with 'Quentin!? -asked Tommy.

-I dunno, I always kinda liked it...Quentin Vance...

-Vance? Your name's Lance Vance?

-Hey! I got enough of that at school! Lance Vance. Poor bastard. You ever fired one of those from a whirly?

-No. I'll get a bit of practice on the way though. -Tommy started shooting some palm trees and birds -Where the hell are we headed anyway?

-Prawn Island.

When they were close, Lance said:

-Ok, we're almost there. We'll make a couple of passes. So take out as many guns as you can. Then I'll set you down and you're on your way.

-And what YOU are going to do?

-I’ll take care of the chopper while you grab Diaz’s cash!

-Whatever…

Lance flew over the first mansion, the yellow one. Tommy shot all the Sharks he could without big problem.

-Pop some barrels to make the job faster! -said Lance, and Tommy blew up some gasoline barrels, killing more Sharks. They flew over an abandoned Tennis court, with lots of gunmen. A Gang Burrito was approaching the shooting. -Damn! This is a war zone! Take out some of those gunmen!

Tommy was beginning to miss some Sharks.

-We're taking hits here, man! -said Lance -This thing ain't cheap to fix! Take them out!

They kept flying and killing Sharks in the mansions, and then Lance flew back to the yellow mansion. The Shark Tommy followed some days ago was there shooting the chopper, as well as Jimmy.

-You’re on MY turf, asshole! -said the Shark -You’re going down!

Tommy shot them rapidly and then Lance flew to the street and said:

-Ok, you're on your own from here! Good luck, brother!

Tommy grabbed the M60 and got out of the Maverick. No Shark appeared in his way to the money. He grabbed the briefcase and soon Lance got back with the helicopter. They landed in Diaz’s helipad, and the drug lord was there waiting for them.

-Quentin! Tommy! You did it? You shot the bastard for me?

-We sure did. -answered Tommy.

-Good, good… As you know, it’s hard to find competent people around here. Where’s my money?

-Right here, Mr. Diaz. -said Lance, getting out of the chopper holding the briefcase full of cash.

-Great. -Diaz opened the briefcase and grabbed 4000 dollars. He gave 2000 to each of them -Here’s a proof of my satisfaction. Don’t you spend it all on porn, huh? Haha…

-See you, Ricardo. -said Tommy, going inside the mansion to leave.

-Good bye, Mr. Diaz… -said Lance, getting in the Maverick and taking off.

In the way home, Lance’s cell phone ringed.

-Yeah, this is Vance.

-Mr. Vance! How are you doing, my friend?

-I’m ok, Colonel, thanks for asking…

-Look, come to my boat sometime. I need your help.

-Sure thing.

-Thanks, my friend.

The Colonel hang up and Lance landed on his private helipad.

-sh*t, this chopper’s gonna need some serious fixing. I better call Jethro.

Lance called Jethro in his phone.

-Yeah. Jethro? Hey, how you doin’ man?

-I’m ok, Lance… Maybe a bit too clean, but nothing big.

-What, don’t got stuff there?

-Nope. The dealer said he was gonna have it only next month…

-sh*t, man… You know, I can get you some stuff if you want…

-What? Snow? I’m not really into it, dude…

-It’s not that different from pot! You wanna try?

-Well, sure, whatever. Drop by the docks and we’ll see.

-Yeah, sure, Jethro. But look, I called for something else. I need you to fix my chopper, man… It’s full of holes, you know?

-sh*t, dude… Ok. That’ll pay the snow?

-Part of it. See you soon.

-See ya, dude…

Lance hang up, grabbed some packages of cocaine, got back to the Maverick and took off, flying to the docks. When he landed, Jethro was there waiting for him.

-Hey there, Lance, my man… You brought the stuff?

-Sure. It’s in the chopper. You take it, fix the whirly and we’re dealt.

-Ok, dude…

Lance left the docks and took a cab. He noticed a modified Burrito was following him. He had only a Colt45 in his suit.

-sh*t… Hey, driver. Look, there’s a car following us. I’ll pay you double if you can loose it.

-Sí señor!

The cab driver tried to loose the Burrito, with no success. Lance got home safely, paid the normal fare to the driver and walked home acting like he didn’t know anything. Took the stairs to the roof, grabbed a sniper rifle and shot each one of the Sharks parked outside his house. He hid the rifle inside a fake wall, walked down the stairs, and got into the Burrito.

-Whoa… Now that’s what I call a clean job… -the Burrito had no blood spatters, the only blood was dripping off the Sharks heads. Lance drove the Burrito to a cliff near water behind his house and pushed the car to the sea. He then walked home and got some sleep.

Edited November 30, 2006 by Sinful

[Brutuz]

Very professional! It could be made as a VC mod!

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Pretty cool, Sinful

[Sinful]

Thanks

@brutuz- that'd be awesome, but coders are the rarest ppl you can find

[Sinful]

BUMP. Chapter V, longest so far.

 

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Chapter V - Mr. Vance

 

 

Lance was driving his Infernus through the Boatyard parking lot. He got out and talked to one of the sailors.

-Hey, fancy clothes.

-You talking to me?

-Yea, you. Go talk your Colonel, tell him Mr. Vance’s here.

The sailor got in the boat and soon Lance was walking through the gate. The Colonel was watching VCN inside the boat.

-Colonel. How ya’ doin’?

-Mr. Vance! Glad you’re here. Please sit. -said the Colonel, turning off the TV.

-So, Juan, how can I help you?

-You see, Mr. Vercetti did a great favor for me, picking up a piece of military hardware for a buyer…

-So…?

-The vehicle was safely parked in a garage… But, I don’t know what happened. I think one of my employees is involved in this.

-You think he sold you out?

-I think so. The thing is, the garage was attacked by the FBI, many men escaped, but the vehicle is gone, waiting shipping to San Andreas.

-What about the rat?

-I’ll deal with him later. For now, here’s what’s happening: the FBI is holding the tank in the Viceport Impound Lot. I need you to bring it back to me. I’ll make sure the FBI don’t take it back again.

-That doesn’t sound too easy…

-You think you can do it?

-Maybe. But I’ll need some decoy. That place’s gonna be crawling with cops. What car you said it was?

-A Military Tank.

-Sheeit! Can you get me some of your sailor guys?

-Sure. Nicholas here will help you.

-A’right. -Lance said. Nicholas called two more gunmen and they all got in a Sentinel XS.

-I’ll drive. -said Lance.

-Try not to crash the car, it’s expensive.

-Expensive? Why?

-It’s bulletproof.

-Whoa, ok. -Lance drove to the Viceport Impound Lot. Then he gave the instructions to the gunmen -Ok, look, here’s what we’re gonna do. You -he pointed to one of the sailors in the backseat -You’re gonna be our decoy. You’re taking this car and smashing it into the Impound’s gate. You two are coming with me. You can bet there’ll be quite a few cars chasing us when we get outta there, I hope you brought some heat.

-Ok. -Lance, Nicholas, and the sailor left the car. The last gunmen took the wheel, drove around the block and crashed the car in the Impound Lot’s gate in high speed.

-sh*t! Now that guy is competent. Haha…

-Look, the cops left the Impound. Let’s go. -said Nicholas.

Lance and the sailors sneaked inside the Impound without any cop noticing them. The Tank was unlocked. Lance pointed to the sailor and said:

-Ok, Nicholas and I are gonna shoot them, and you’re gonna drive.

There was 4 M60’s in the Tank interior. Nicholas and Lance opened the top of the vehicle and started looking for gunmen. One of the cops pointed at the Tank.

-Hey, you! Stop that! What you think you’re doing, asshole, that’s FBI property!

-Come take it!

All the policemen started shooting the bulletproof Tank. Lance hid inside it, he didn’t really want to kill the cops.

-Hey, why the f*ck you’re hiding, man? They’re coming onto us! We gotta fight back!

-This Tank is bulletproof, and I don’t wanna remember I killed some cops.

-f*ck it. I’ll do it then. Chickenhead.

-What the f*ck? -said Lance, punching Nicholas in the face.

-Hey, stop it, both of you, this Tank is way too small for that.

-Look, I’d shoot you right now if it wasn’t the Colonel who sent you. -said Nicholas. They both started shooting the two VCPD Cruisers chasing them.

-STOP SHOOTING, THIS IS VCPD, STOP THE VEHICLE AND STEP OUTSIDE!

-Stop THAT! -said Lance, blowing up one of the police cars right after the cops jumped out.

 

-sh*t, those assholes keep on shooting us. -said Jeremy.

-OH MY GOD HE’S GOT AN M60! -said Gordon.

-sh*t, let’s get the f*ck outta here!

The two cops jumped out of the VCPD Cruiser just before it blows up.

-f*ck! Let’s call for backup.

-Backup? f*ck them. That Tank was for the FBI anyway. Let’s get some beers.

-Hell yeah.

 

-Haha! -a SWAT truck had joined the chase.

-Shoot the drivers!

Lance shot all over the truck, the passengers bailed out and it blew up.

-HAHA, I’m Lance Vance and you haven’t a chance!

-sh*t, where did that come from?

-Shut up…

Soon they lost the cops and the Tank was safely parked inside a garage in Little Haiti. The passengers got out of it and a man came to them.

-Ok, the Colonel sent me. You drive the Tank to that truck over there, and then you can go.

-What about my greens?

-Sure, the Colonel said me to give you this. -the man handed over 10.000US$ to Lance.

-10K? How much THAT thing worth?

-That’s none of your business.

-Hey f*ck you, you bitch. I’m leaving. -Lance left the garage and took a taxi to his house. -Damn cheap-ass Colonel… At least Gonzales paid more… sh*t, it’s all a bunch of clowns.

His cell phone ringed. It was Diaz.

-Quentin?

-Hey, Mr. Diaz.

-Quentin, my friend. Look, I got another job for you and Tommy.

-Sure, I’ll be there by tomorrow.

-Thank you, I knew I could count on you.

Lance hung up, took a shower, and got some sleep.

 

Diaz was watching a Porn movie when Lance arrived.

-QUENTIN! Come here boy. Watch this… Finest El Burro’s Donkey Porn EVER!

-Uh… Yeah. Look, Diaz, I don’t have time for this. Let’s go straight to business shall we?

-Hey, what’s wrong with you, Quentin?

-Never mind, Mr. Diaz.

-Anyway. There’s this guy, he sails his yatch in Vice, loaded with a big cargo. Tommy will be here any minute, he’ll drive the fast boat there.

-Then why do you need me?

-You see, I’m not the only one looking for buy his cargo. There’ll be some dickheads there. Cuban dickheads. Haitian dickheads. Sharks dickheads. All those dickheads wanna buy from him. You’ll shoot’em all! And Tommy will do driving.

-How much?

-Uh… Five thousand?

-Five bucks? You know, Mr. Diaz, I ain’t a whore.

-sh*t. Ten thousand?

-Now that’ll do the trick. I’ll wait in the boat outside.

-Ok, Quentin.

-You can be sure you will get your cargo, Mr. Diaz.

Diaz smiled.

-Haha… I know I can trust you, Quentin… You’re my golden boy!

-Whatever you say.

Lance got out of the Mansion and got in the boat. Soon Tommy was there. He noticed Lance in the boat and said:

-Let me guess, you thought I could use a guardian angel.

-I'm just saying you need to let me in there, my man. Now you can feed me all this 'lonely tough guy' crap, but I know one day I'm gonna save your ass, and you're probably gonna wanna kiss me!

-Wacko. -said Tommy, hoping in the boat and turning it on. Lance grabbed a M4.

-Hahahahahaha!

 

Tommy drove the boat a few minutes, then Lance said:

-So Tommy, we know it was Diaz busted our deal. So why the hell are we running errands for him?

-The more we learn now, the less we have to learn when we take this town over!

-I like your style, man. Real fresh. Haha…

Three boats joined the race. Each one drove by a gang member.

-We got some competition! -said Lance

-Take ‘em out! -Lance started shooting one of the boats. -sh*t! Those boats must be bulletproof or something! -the Cuban’s boat blew up -Well, maybe not.

-There are still two boats! Shoot’em so I can leave them behind.

-Sleep with the fish! -yelled Lance, shooting one of the Haitians in the head.

-Can’t you just shoot and shut up?

-Never mind me, man, yelling relaxes me. Eat it! EAT IT! -he shot the Sharks gunmen.

-We’re getting shot here, Lance.

-Leave me, I know what I’m doin’! Hey, more trouble up ahead! -two more Shark’s boats had joined the shooting. -It's time for the Lance Vance Dance!

 

-DIE, you prick, that’s MY CARGO! -said the young Shark’s new member, Gilbert.

-Sheeit, we’re running outta fuel! He must’ve shot the engine! -said the veteran member, Ronald. -The boat’s gonna sink!

-I don’t care, he’s gonna die!

-Then f*ck you! I’m getting outta here, you asshole! -Ronald jumped out of the boat -sh*t! -Gilbert got shot in the chest and died. Ronald started swimming to the shore. -Damn newbies!

 

-We’re nearly there Lance.

-We’re covered.

-Covered? There are three boats chasing and shooting us, what you mean ‘covered’?

-This is what I mean! -Lance shot one of the boat’s fuel tank. The boat blew up. -Haha…

-Ok, now we have two boats chasing and shooting us.

-That’s something! -Lance shot and killed the Haitian’s boat driver. -Two down, one to go.

-You better finish it fast. I can already see the yatch. I bet the dealer’s gonna bail if get shot.

-What you mean finish? I’ve already finished! Dieeee, dumbass! -Lance shot the last Shark driver. -Uugghh! That's the last of them.

-Ok, I’ll stop by, talk to the guy and you’ll take care of the boat.

-A’right.

Tommy jumped to the dealer’s yatch and a few minutes later he was loading the speedboat with cocaine crates.

-Holy f*ck. How much that cost? -asked Lance.

-Diaz gave me the cash… A hundred thousand.

-That cheap-ass bastard. He’s only giving me ten percent!

-What a surprise.

-Hey, let’s change places. I’ll do the driving.

-Ok, let’s go. I bet there’ll be more boats trying to steal the cargo from us.

Lance drove the boat and three minutes later two Cuban’s boats were chasing them. Another Haitian boat appeared in their way.

-Watch yourself, they're coming from all over! -said Lance.

Tommy got rid of one of the Cuban’s boats.

-One down, two to go.

One of the Haitians shot their left propeller.

-Hey what the f*ck? Why we’re getting slow? -asked Lance.

-They shot a propeller.

-Well, maybe changing places wasn’t such a good idea after all!

-Shut up!

 

-Take this gift from Auntie Poulet, asshole! -said the Haitian François, know as BooBoo, when shooting Diaz’s boat left propeller.

-DIEEE! -yelled Jean, the Haitian goon known as Tonton Macoutes. -Tha’should make’em stop, eh, BooBoo? BooBoo? -Tonton looked behind him. BooBoo’s blood was all over the boat. -sh*t, BOO-- his sentence was cut by one of Tommy’s bullet. He felt dead.

 

-Ok, no more boats behind us. -said Tommy.

-Oh yeah? There are gunmen on that jetty!

Five Cubans gunmen carrying M4’s were shooting Lance and Tommy from a jetty.

-Take cover, Lance. -said Tommy, killing all the Cubans in the jetty. -Got 'em. Head for Diaz's as fast as you can!

No more boats or gunmen appeared in their way to Diaz’s Mansion. When they got there, Lance said:

-Good shooting, my friend. You're a real, proper, grade A lunatic.

-Well, thank you.

-See you around, Tommy.

-Okay, Mr. Lance Vance Dance.

Lance walked to the Mansion to receive his payment. Diaz was choosing a new gun to buy from a catalog.

-Quentin! Nice job you did, huh? Look, Pablo there will give your money. Tommy said you guys took the cargo, but my boat’s full of holes… I bet that if it was Victor shooting those dickheads my beauty would be cool.

-Sure thing, Vic never made mistakes, right? Ever…

-Not as far as I know, eh?

Pablo walked to Lance and gave him a briefcase full of cash.

-See you soon, Mr. Diaz. Real soon.

-Hope so, I’ve got more jobs for you.

Lance left the Mansion, hop’d in his Infernus and drove to his house. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to kill Ricardo Diaz.

 

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Hope ya like it!

Edited November 30, 2006 by Sinful

[Brutuz]

Great chapter! I don't have any criticism right now

[Blackadder.]

Nice Chapter!

[Rashon.]

Great chapter, Sinful.

[Serafim]

The chapters are going good, keep it up Sifuca

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Great story so far, Sinful. It's really good. Your creativity is very good, telling the storyline of VC in a different point of view.

[GSF_Membuh]

I love this story dude! Nice creativity. Can't wait for the next Chapter!

[Sinful]

Thanks everyone

I'll write chap. VI tomorrow (today I was busy talking nonsense stuff with b18 and playing VCMP with him and serafim lmao).

 

And I'd like to ask you to rate the topic good if you liked it

[Sinful]

Here it is, Chapter VI!

 

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Chapter VI - Nothing but a Pig

 

 

Lance couldn’t sleep. He spent all night thinking about ways of killing Ricardo Diaz. When he finally slept, it was 4AM. He woke up at 1PM and called Jethro for his chopper.

-Hey, Jethro?

-Hey, Lance dude, whassup?

-Not much. You fixed my chopper?

-Sure, dude, I was just about to call you. You gonna pick it up or should I take it there?

-You bring it here.

Half-hour later Jethro was landing the chopper in Lance’s private helipad. He got out of the Maverick and said:

-He-hey… Lance… Here it is, dude… Just like it was new.

-Good. The stuff was ok?

-Dude… The stuff was all right… Dwayne liked it too…

-Good.

-Uh… See you dude…

Jethro left the helipad and a few minutes later Dwayne stopped in his Burrito.

-See ya, Jethro! -said Lance -Now let’s see if Tommy’s up for that. -Lance called Tommy on the phone -Yo, Tommy! It's Lance.

-Yeah?

-Oh, nice to hear from you, Lance. -said a sarcastic Lance- Come on, man, be cool, be cool.

-I'm in the middle of something. What do you want?

-Nothing. Just to say, you know. Look Tommy, we can do this thing. You and me, no problem. You know what I mean?

-We're going to have to do it, 'cause otherwise, we're going to be dead, Lance. We're in too far now. But thanks for the call. I'll speak to you later. -Tommy hung up.

-Going to, going to… sh*t, I can’t wait. That son of a bitch killed my brother. f*ck, I can’t wait for Tommy, I’ll do this sh*t right now, I don’t care if I get killed, as long as that fat f*ck dies. -Lance went to his basement and took a Colt45 and a M60 to mount on the Maverick -He’ll see how nice it is to be dead.

 

The Maverick landed in Diaz’s helipad. Lance was nervous, and could hardly hide it. Diaz was in his pool drinking with two whores in bikinis.

-Mr. Diaz. How are you?

-Quentin! My golden boy. Come and join me. I can call some girls… Haha!

Lance walked slowly to Diaz, pulled his Colt45 from the pocket and pointed it to Ricardo’s head.

-PIG!

-What do you think you’re doing, Quentin?

-You killed my brother! Even though we helped you, you attacked us and killed him! YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A PIG!

-What are you talking about?!?

-Don’t play dumb with me! -the whores jumped out of the pool and hid between the bushes -We both know what you did! I just wonder WHY you did that! This, Mr. Diaz, is my brother KILLING YOU! -Lance was pulling the trigger when a Baseball Bat knocked him down.

-Poor kid. He’ll never understand how business work in Vice City -said Diaz.

-What you want me to do with him, boss? -asked the goon.

-Take him to the junkyard. If this dickhead tried to kill me, probably Tommy will too. f*ck, why can’t I ever trust anyone in this town? Everyone this f*cking city is dumb. Everyone but me, of course. You tie him there, and see if we can get some information about Tommy. And where are those whores?

 

Ana Paula had just got in the prostitution business. She needed the money, like all the other girls. She didn’t have a family, they all died back in Brazil. When a stranger said she could have a good career and money in US, she though it was her ticket for the paradise. She never could imagine that the stranger was a pimp who would put her into the paid sex business. She had only one friend in Vice City, an ex-client named Paul. When she saw Diaz with a gun pointed at his head, she hid between the bushes. She could hear the black guy yelling at Diaz. Someone was getting killed, and she didn’t want to be a witness. Ana Paula just ran and took a cab to the Malibu Club. Paul, from Kent, said her that if anything unusual happened, she was supposed to tell him.

Paul was drinking a beer when Ana got in the Malibu.

-Paul!

-Hey, baby, how are you doing? Does anyone hurt you?

-Not me, no, baby… But I did saw something unusual…

-What?

-Diaz. You know Diaz.

-Everyone know Diaz.

-There was this black guy… He tried to kill Diaz!

-Black guy?

-In a white suit… And a stupid moustache.

-White suit and purple shirt?

-Yes!

-Lance!

-Lance? Who the f*ck’s Lance?

-You wouldn’t wanna know, mate. I gotta call that bonker Vercetti…

-Vercetti?

-Don’t you have anything else to do? Look, here’s a lil’ sumthin for your loyalty. -said Paul, giving Ana 500US$.

-Now that’s what I’m saying. Muito obrigada, huh?

-Huh?!? Well, see ya, baby. Go have some fun with those greenies, yes? Now let’s call that mug Vercetti… Hope he’ll pay me at least six hundred…

 

Lance woke up tied in a chair.

-What the… Where am I…? Who are you?!?

-Hey, Eddie, look, the dickhead woke up. -said Pablo.

-Hehe… So, Mr. Dickhead Vance, we only have one question to you. -said Eddie.

-And what would make me answer it?

-Maybe we’ll let you live.

-I don’t think so.

-Well, Eddie, I think we’ll have to make it the hard way. Take the bat.

-Bat?

A Baseball Bat hit Lance’s chest.

-Hahaha… So, you’ll talk?

-What’s -cough- the question?

-Vercetti. He’s up to kill Diaz too?

-Who’s Vercetti?

Pablo punched Lance’s face twice.

-DON’T PLAY DUMB.

-Yeah, you may be dumb, but you can’t play it! Haha…

-Hahahaha… -the two goons started knocking Lance with Baseball Bats.

Something exploded outside the room.

-Hey, what the hell? -said a confused Pablo.

They could hear multiple gunshots.

-AAAAAAAAAAHHH -yelled a goon outside.

-sh*t! It must be the cops! Let’s go, Eddie, and you stay there, dickhead.

Lance couldn’t see anything outside. A few seconds later Pablo’s body flew inside the room. Tommy was there, holding an M60.

-There goes my careful planning blown to sh*t, thanks to you. You screwed up real good, Lance!

-He killed my brother. What do you expect me to do, mow his lawns?

-We're gonna have to take out that prick Diaz before he takes us out. You ok to use a gun?

-Sure...I guess...nice to see you, too.

-Let's get out of here.

 

They left the junkyard and hop’d in Tommy’s red Cheetah. Tommy drove their way outside Little Havana. Three Comets with Diaz’s goons inside began chasing and shooting them.

-Take that Ruger in the backseat. See if you can hit’em.

Lance could hardly hold the Ruger, the goons probably broke one of his bones. He started shooting everywhere, including pedestrians and the traffic. Soon two police cars were also chasing them.

-f*ck, Lance, if you couldn’t shoot, you could’ve just said it, instead of blowing up half-world.

-sh*t, I’m just trying to do my best!

-Take a grenade in the backseat.

-GRENADE? You f*ckin’ crazy?

-Just DO IT!

Lance picked up a grenade and threw it outside the window. Two of the Diaz’s Comets blew up.

 

-Mata-los, Oliver!

-SPEAK ENGLISH FOR f*ckS SAKE!

-KILL THEM! Or else Diaz will kill us!

-Hey, he dropped something outta the window!

-What the-- the Diaz’s goons car blew up.

 

-See, Lance? It works.

-Oh great. The police’s onto us.

Tommy went to a small alley. The police cars crashed on each other trying to get in.

-Ok, the hospital is nearby, I’ll drop you there and--

The last Comet was in the end of the alley blocking their exit.

-Sheeit!

-Shoot it!

Lance grabbed the Ruger and started shooting the Comet. The driver got out of the way and got shot.

Tommy was parking in front of the hospital.

-What am I gonna say when they ask about my wounds? -asked Lance.

-What wounds? You don’t remember a thing!

-Oh.

-Get patched up and meet me on the bridge to Star Island, ok?

-Ok, I got you.

A few seconds later two doctors were bringing Lance to a room.

-Sir, can you talk?

-Huh? What… What’s happening?

-Sir, do you remember what happened?

-No, no… Huh… Where am I?

 

Lance was sedated in his bed. He woke up and Jason Caine was sitting aside his bed.-Tough life, huh? -he said.

-Who are you?

-C’mon, don’t play “I don’t remember a thing” with me. We both know what you been up to.

-Up to? Some fruitcake just attacked me for nothing, I’m in a hospital… What you think I’m “up to”?

-I know what you did. Tried to take out that prick Diaz, huh? Don’t you know how things work in Vice City?

-Nope.

-I hate Diaz as much as you do. But you can’t try to kill him and expect to live. He’ll pay you a visit real soon.

-What the f*ck? You with him?!?

-With who? See you, Lance. If you’re alive…

Jason Caine left the room.

-sh*t. I gotta call someone, I can’t stay here and wait for Diaz. Nurse, please.

A nurse came in the room.

-Yes, Sir?

-Look, I need a phone.

-Sir, I don’t think you’re in condit--

-Please, I gotta talk to my wife.

-Oh… I think I can arrange that. -the nurse left the room, and a few seconds later she got back with a phone -Just don’t tell anyone, ok?

-Talk them about what? Haha… Thank you very much.

-No problems.

Lance called Umberto Robina.

-Yea, I wanna talk to Umberto. Tell him it’s Lance Vance… Umberto?

-Heh, ladyboy, how you going?

-Look, Umberto, I need some help here.

-What you been up to?

-Why everyone always think I’m up to something?!? Anyway, Umberto, I need protection.

-Protection? Like a… condom or something!?

-sh*t! No! I need a few guys to protect me.

-Why? You don’t have the balls to protect yourself, huh?

-I’m in a hospital, sedated.

-Oh. What happened?

-You wouldn’t wanna know. If so your boys would be in danger too. I just need a couple of gunmen here at the Schuman hospital. I have the strong feeling someone’s gonna try to kill me here.

-In that case, ok. My boys will be there pronto.

-Thanks, Umberto, really.

-Anything to the brother of Victor Vance.

 

A half-hour later two Cuban Hermes entered the hospital’s parking lot. Four Cuban carrying Colt45’s walked to the hospital’s entry. A policeman stopped them.

-FREEZE! Drop your gun!

The Cubans dropped the pistols in the floor.

-What do you think you’re doing, you Cuban scumbag?

-Hey, señor, I have a license to carry a gun. I’m a personal bodyguard of Mr. Vance.

-Who’s Vance?

-A patient.

-Why would he need protection? He’s in a hospital, the second safest place in the city.

-That’s something you gotta ask him.

-I’m not letting you in.

-Coño, you want me to call my lawyer or something?

That made the policeman hesitate.

-Huh… I don’t’ think that’ll be necessary. You can go in.

Two of the Cubans got inside the Hospital, and the other two waited outside. At midnight, two Comet’s slowly drove in front of the hospital. The Cubans outside showed their weapons, and the Diaz’s goons left the street.

 

Lance woke up. The nurse was sitting aside looking at him.

-Hello, lady…

-You know, you look so different while sleeping.

-Is that a good thing?

-Maybe… Huh… Anyway. The doctor said you’re ok to go. So… go!

-Sure… Huh… Where’s my suit?

-Don’t tell anyone, but I sent it to the laundry without anyone know.

-Well, thank you! If I ever need a hospital again I’ll come straight here! Haha…

-Haha… So… I’ll leave until you dress. I got other patients, you know.

-Ok, I understand. What’s your name, by the way?

-Sarah.

-Ok, Sarah. Thank you for being so kind. See you.

-See you around, Mr. Vance.

Lance dressed his suit on and left the hospital, giving the Cubans a check of 1000US$ each. He took a cab to the Downtown flower shop, buying a flower bouquet to be delivered to nurse Sarah, in Schuman Hospital. Took the same cab and headed to his house.

Lance slept all night. Woke up, grabbed two M4s and got in his Infernus, heading to Starfish Island.

Chapter VI - Nothing but a Pig

 

 

Lance couldn’t sleep. He spent all night thinking about ways of killing Ricardo Diaz. When he finally slept, it was 4AM. He woke up at 1PM and called Jethro for his chopper.

-Hey, Jethro?

-Hey, Lance dude, whassup?

-Not much. You fixed my chopper?

-Sure, dude, I was just about to call you. You gonna pick it up or should I take it there?

-You bring it here.

Half-hour later Jethro was landing the chopper in Lance’s private helipad. He got out of the Maverick and said:

-He-hey… Lance… Here it is, dude… Just like it was new.

-Good. The stuff was ok?

-Dude… The stuff was all right… Dwayne liked it too…

-Good.

-Uh… See you dude…

Jethro left the helipad and a few minutes later Dwayne stopped in his Burrito.

-See ya, Jethro! -said Lance -Now let’s see if Tommy’s up for that. -Lance called Tommy on the phone -Yo, Tommy! It's Lance.

-Yeah?

-Oh, nice to hear from you, Lance. -said a sarcastic Lance- Come on, man, be cool, be cool.

-I'm in the middle of something. What do you want?

-Nothing. Just to say, you know. Look Tommy, we can do this thing. You and me, no problem. You know what I mean?

-We're going to have to do it, 'cause otherwise, we're going to be dead, Lance. We're in too far now. But thanks for the call. I'll speak to you later. -Tommy hung up.

-Going to, going to… sh*t, I can’t wait. That son of a bitch killed my brother. f*ck, I can’t wait for Tommy, I’ll do this sh*t right now, I don’t care if I get killed, as long as that fat f*ck dies. -Lance went to his basement and took a Colt45 and a M60 to mount on the Maverick -He’ll see how nice it is to be dead.

 

The Maverick landed in Diaz’s helipad. Lance was nervous, and could hardly hide it. Diaz was in his pool drinking with two whores in bikinis.

-Mr. Diaz. How are you?

-Quentin! My golden boy. Come and join me. I can call some girls… Haha!

Lance walked slowly to Diaz, pulled his Colt45 from the pocket and pointed it to Ricardo’s head.

-PIG!

-What do you think you’re doing, Quentin?

-You killed my brother! Even though we helped you, you attacked us and killed him! YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A PIG!

-What are you talking about?!?

-Don’t play dumb with me! -the whores jumped out of the pool and hid between the bushes -We both know what you did! I just wonder WHY you did that! This, Mr. Diaz, is my brother KILLING YOU! -Lance was pulling the trigger when a Baseball Bat knocked him down.

-Poor kid. He’ll never understand how business work in Vice City -said Diaz.

-What you want me to do with him, boss? -asked the goon.

-Take him to the junkyard. If this dickhead tried to kill me, probably Tommy will too. f*ck, why can’t I ever trust anyone in this town? Everyone this f*cking city is dumb. Everyone but me, of course. You tie him there, and see if we can get some information about Tommy. And where are those whores?

 

Ana Paula had just got in the prostitution business. She needed the money, like all the other girls. She didn’t have a family, they all died back in Brazil. When a stranger said she could have a good career and money in US, she though it was her ticket for the paradise. She never could imagine that the stranger was a pimp who would put her into the paid sex business. She had only one friend in Vice City, an ex-client named Paul. When she saw Diaz with a gun pointed at his head, she hid between the bushes. She could hear the black guy yelling at Diaz. Someone was getting killed, and she didn’t want to be a witness. Ana Paula just ran and took a cab to the Malibu Club. Paul, from Kent, said her that if anything unusual happened, she was supposed to tell him.

Paul was drinking a beer when Ana got in the Malibu.

-Paul!

-Hey, baby, how are you doing? Does anyone hurt you?

-Not me, no, baby… But I did saw something unusual…

-What?

-Diaz. You know Diaz.

-Everyone know Diaz.

-There was this black guy… He tried to kill Diaz!

-Black guy?

-In a white suit… And a stupid moustache.

-White suit and purple shirt?

-Yes!

-Lance!

-Lance? Who the f*ck’s Lance?

-You wouldn’t wanna know, mate. I gotta call that bonker Vercetti…

-Vercetti?

-Don’t you have anything else to do? Look, here’s a lil’ sumthin for your loyalty. -said Paul, giving Ana 500US$.

-Now that’s what I’m saying. Muito obrigada, huh?

-Huh?!? Well, see ya, baby. Go have some fun with those greenies, yes? Now let’s call that mug Vercetti… Hope he’ll pay me at least six hundred…

 

Lance woke up tied in a chair.

-What the… Where am I…? Who are you?!?

-Hey, Eddie, look, the dickhead woke up. -said Pablo.

-Hehe… So, Mr. Dickhead Vance, we only have one question to you. -said Eddie.

-And what would make me answer it?

-Maybe we’ll let you live.

-I don’t think so.

-Well, Eddie, I think we’ll have to make it the hard way. Take the bat.

-Bat?

A Baseball Bat hit Lance’s chest.

-Hahaha… So, you’ll talk?

-What’s -cough- the question?

-Vercetti. He’s up to kill Diaz too?

-Who’s Vercetti?

Pablo punched Lance’s face twice.

-DON’T PLAY DUMB.

-Yeah, you may be dumb, but you can’t play it! Haha…

-Hahahaha… -the two goons started knocking Lance with Baseball Bats.

Something exploded outside the room.

-Hey, what the hell? -said a confused Pablo.

They could hear multiple gunshots.

-AAAAAAAAAAHHH -yelled a goon outside.

-sh*t! It must be the cops! Let’s go, Eddie, and you stay there, dickhead.

Lance couldn’t see anything outside. A few seconds later Pablo’s body flew inside the room. Tommy was there, holding an M60.

-There goes my careful planning blown to sh*t, thanks to you. You screwed up real good, Lance!

-He killed my brother. What do you expect me to do, mow his lawns?

-We're gonna have to take out that prick Diaz before he takes us out. You ok to use a gun?

-Sure...I guess...nice to see you, too.

-Let's get out of here.

 

They left the junkyard and hop’d in Tommy’s red Cheetah. Tommy drove their way outside Little Havana. Three Comets with Diaz’s goons inside began chasing and shooting them.

-Take that Ruger in the backseat. See if you can hit’em.

Lance could hardly hold the Ruger, the goons probably broke one of his bones. He started shooting everywhere, including pedestrians and the traffic. Soon two police cars were also chasing them.

-f*ck, Lance, if you couldn’t shoot, you could’ve just said it, instead of blowing up half-world.

-sh*t, I’m just trying to do my best!

-Take a grenade in the backseat.

-GRENADE? You f*ckin’ crazy?

-Just DO IT!

Lance picked up a grenade and threw it outside the window. Two of the Diaz’s Comets blew up.

 

-Mata-los, Oliver!

-SPEAK ENGLISH FOR f*ckS SAKE!

-KILL THEM! Or else Diaz will kill us!

-Hey, he dropped something outta the window!

-What the-- the Diaz’s goons car blew up.

 

-See, Lance? It works.

-Oh great. The police’s onto us.

Tommy went to a small alley. The police cars crashed on each other trying to get in.

-Ok, the hospital is nearby, I’ll drop you there and--

The last Comet was in the end of the alley blocking their exit.

-Sheeit!

-Shoot it!

Lance grabbed the Ruger and started shooting the Comet. The driver got out of the way and got shot.

Tommy was parking in front of the hospital.

-What am I gonna say when they ask about my wounds? -asked Lance.

-What wounds? You don’t remember a thing!

-Oh.

-Get patched up and meet me on the bridge to Star Island, ok?

-Ok, I got you.

A few seconds later two doctors were bringing Lance to a room.

-Sir, can you talk?

-Huh? What… What’s happening?

-Sir, do you remember what happened?

-No, no… Huh… Where am I?

 

Lance was sedated in his bed. He woke up and Jason Caine was sitting aside his bed.-Tough life, huh? -he said.

-Who are you?

-C’mon, don’t play “I don’t remember a thing” with me. We both know what you been up to.

-Up to? Some fruitcake just attacked me for nothing, I’m in a hospital… What you think I’m “up to”?

-I know what you did. Tried to take out that prick Diaz, huh? Don’t you know how things work in Vice City?

-Nope.

-I hate Diaz as much as you do. But you can’t try to kill him and expect to live. He’ll pay you a visit real soon.

-What the f*ck? You with him?!?

-With who? See you, Lance. If you’re alive…

Jason Caine left the room.

-sh*t. I gotta call someone, I can’t stay here and wait for Diaz. Nurse, please.

A nurse came in the room.

-Yes, Sir?

-Look, I need a phone.

-Sir, I don’t think you’re in condit--

-Please, I gotta talk to my wife.

-Oh… I think I can arrange that. -the nurse left the room, and a few seconds later she got back with a phone -Just don’t tell anyone, ok?

-Talk them about what? Haha… Thank you very much.

-No problems.

Lance called Umberto Robina.

-Yea, I wanna talk to Umberto. Tell him it’s Lance Vance… Umberto?

-Heh, ladyboy, how you going?

-Look, Umberto, I need some help here.

-What you been up to?

-Why everyone always think I’m up to something?!? Anyway, Umberto, I need protection.

-Protection? Like a… condom or something!?

-sh*t! No! I need a few guys to protect me.

-Why? You don’t have the balls to protect yourself, huh?

-I’m in a hospital, sedated.

-Oh. What happened?

-You wouldn’t wanna know. If so your boys would be in danger too. I just need a couple of gunmen here at the Schuman hospital. I have the strong feeling someone’s gonna try to kill me here.

-In that case, ok. My boys will be there pronto.

-Thanks, Umberto, really.

-Anything to the brother of Victor Vance.

 

A half-hour later two Cuban Hermes entered the hospital’s parking lot. Four Cuban carrying Colt45’s walked to the hospital’s entry. A policeman stopped them.

-FREEZE! Drop your gun!

The Cubans dropped the pistols in the floor.

-What do you think you’re doing, you Cuban scumbag?

-Hey, señor, I have a license to carry a gun. I’m a personal bodyguard of Mr. Vance.

-Who’s Vance?

-A patient.

-Why would he need protection? He’s in a hospital, the second safest place in the city.

-That’s something you gotta ask him.

-I’m not letting you in.

-Coño, you want me to call my lawyer or something?

That made the policeman hesitate.

-Huh… I don’t’ think that’ll be necessary. You can go in.

Two of the Cubans got inside the Hospital, and the other two waited outside. At midnight, two Comet’s slowly drove in front of the hospital. The Cubans outside showed their weapons, and the Diaz’s goons left the street.

 

Lance woke up. The nurse was sitting aside looking at him.

-Hello, lady…

-You know, you look so different while sleeping.

-Is that a good thing?

-Maybe… Huh… Anyway. The doctor said you’re ok to go. So… go!

-Sure… Huh… Where’s my suit?

-Don’t tell anyone, but I sent it to the laundry without anyone know.

-Well, thank you! If I ever need a hospital again I’ll come straight here! Haha…

-Haha… So… I’ll leave until you dress. I got other patients, you know.

-Ok, I understand. What’s your name, by the way?

-Sarah.

-Ok, Sarah. Thank you for being so kind. See you.

-See you around, Mr. Vance.

Lance dressed his suit on and left the hospital, giving the Cubans a check of 1000US$ each. He took a cab to the Downtown flower shop, buying a flower bouquet to be delivered to nurse Sarah, in Schuman Hospital. Took the same cab and headed to his house.

Lance slept all night. Woke up, grabbed two M4s and got in his Infernus, heading to Starfish Island.

 

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As always: "Hope ya like it!"

Edited November 30, 2006 by Sinful

[Blackadder.]

I loved it, I also love your signature Can't wait for next chapter