L.A.N.C.E

[GSF_Membuh]

I agree with Blackladder. Nice Chapter!

[Brutuz]

Yeah this is turning out great, Is Sarah going to be in the story later?

[Rashon.]

Wow, this has a star already. Great chapter, Sinful.

[Sinful]

Why everytime ppl see a topic with a star they have to go there and rate it bad?

 

Anyways, tomorrow I'll post chapter VII

[Pranjal]

Looks like you have memorized all the subtitles in GTA VC. Their perfect sync with your story makes it all the more interesting.Great work

[Sinful]

@everyone- thanks

 

Here is Chapter VII... Shorter ever...

 

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Chapter VII - This is for my Brother!

 

 

Lance parked his Infernus in front of Diaz’s Mansion and called Tommy on the cell phone.

-Hello, Tommy?

-Hey Lance.

-Look, I’m outta the hospital. Come to Diaz’s Mansion, I’m here waiting for ya.

-Ok, I’ll be right there.

A few minutes later, Tommy’s red Cheetah stopped near Lance’s car. They both left the cars and Lance opened his Infernus’ front trunk.

-I got us some cannons in the trunk.

-Holy sh*t! Where'd you get all this stuff? -said Tommy, surprised.

-Been saving it for a rainy day. -answered Lance, and they both grabbed the weapons. -You like?

-Yeah, I like.

They ran trough the Mansion’s front garden.

-This place is going to be crawling with assholes... be careful... -said Tommy.

-Don't worry Tommy, I'll cover you.

 

Diaz was watching the scene trough the cameras. He grabbed a phone and called one of his goons.

-Yeah, Hector?

-Sí, jefe?

-There are two dickheads breaking thru the Mansion. What you doing? Kill them, PRONTO!

-I’m on it, Señor Diaz.

The goon hung up and called the rest of the Mansion security, the two dickheads could not stay alive.

 

Gunshots were heard. The bodyguards noticed the intruders, and were trying to hit them. Lance and Tommy hid behind trees, shooting the bodyguards.

-sh*t, they’re everywhere! -said Lance, killing one of the guards.

-I hope you don’t whine too much. -said Tommy, shooting a goon in the head.

-Shut up. -Lance killed the last guard in the bushes.

They ran to the Mansion’s main door. Tommy tried to open it, but it was closed.

-Oh, sh*t… The door’s locked. -said Tommy -Is there any other way in?

-Trough that maze.

-Maze? What kind of stupid asshole builds a maze?

-Diaz.

They shot their way to the Maze, shooting the guards in the way.

-This way! -said Lance -Me and my brother used to walk thru here so we--

Tommy shot a bodyguard that came up in front of Lance.

-What did I said about whining? Let’s go.

Lance and Tommy kept on killing the bodyguards on the way, hiding and shooting.

-I’m out of ammo! -yelled Tommy.

-We can’t go back in the car! Just pick up one of those uzi’s!

-Whatever -said Tommy, picking up a Uzi and some ammo from a dead goon. -This is full of blood…

-Whine? Me?

 

-Stupid pricks… They think they can do this to me? Who they think they are? I OWN THIS TOWN! ME, RICARDO DIAZ!

Diaz got up of his chair and grabbed a MP5. Wore a Kevlar and prepared to shoot the challengers.

 

Tommy got close to an armed goon and kicked him in the balls, making him fall in the ground. Then he shot the goon in the head.

-No more pain, my friend…

-No sign of him!

-Diaz must be inside.

They shot their way trough the rest of the maze and ran close to a pool.

-You know, I’d like to swim there sometime…

-Let’s try to stay alive, maybe later, huh? -answered Tommy.

They got up the stairs leading to the Mansion hall. Tommy shot a goon, who felt in Lance’s feet.

-Damn! Now my suit’s full of blood!

-At least it’s not your blood.

They got in the main hall, and Diaz was waiting for them in the office.

-DIAZ?! I've come to take over your business! -yelled Tommy, as Diaz left the office.

-TOMMY! You betrayed me, you idiot! I'm gonna kill you real soon… -yelled Diaz, shooting Tommy.

Lance and Tommy spent dozens of bullets in the rest of Diaz’s bodyguards.

-Eat this, you murdering bastards! -yelled Lance, shooting a bodyguard in the chest.

Hiding was hard as there were just few columns in the hall. In few seconds, Diaz was alone.

Lance shot Diaz in the arm, and Tommy shot both of his legs with his uzi’s bullets. Diaz was crawling like a pig in a pool of blood.

The mansion was silent. All the bodyguards were killed, and most of the paintings and sculptures were destroyed.

-You stupid pricks... my beautiful house… look what you've done to it!

Lance couldn’t care less. He was happy for seeing Diaz in that way. He kicked the Drug Lord in the stomach, making him lay down on the floor.

-This is for my brother!

Diaz used his last strengthen to point at Tommy and say:

-I trusted you, Tommy. I woulda had you made...

Lance dropped the M4 and grabbed a Colt45 from his pocket. Tommy dropped the Uzi and took a chromed Python from his purple suit’s internal pocket. They both aimed their guns to Diaz’s face. It was his end.

-Say goodnight, Mr. Diaz. -said Lance, and they both fired their weapons. It was the end of Ricardo Diaz’s empire. They were staring at his body.

-This is it, huh? We did, Tommy.

-Yes we did.

-So what do we do now?

-Now we make money.

-I like that, man. I like that. My brother can finally in peace.

Tommy left the office and walked to one of the Mansion’s rooms. Lance did the same.

Edited November 30, 2006 by Sinful

[Brutuz]

Good chapter! I better do some on my storie

[Nick Papagiorgio]

 

Good chapter, Sinful. Keep it up.

[Blackadder.]

Great chapter, keep going

[Sinful]

@Brutuz- I like your story, it's funny lol

@b18- Gotta luv Vercetti's Revenge

@Gman91- I wish I had time to keep up all those stuff. Posting, moderating two other forums, writing, playing (), reading... I readed your first chapter and liked it a lot. I'll sure try to find time and read the rest later.

 

Ok, I'll have chapter VIII by tomorrow I guess.

edit- not actually tomorrow, it's 2am here... So... today... lmao

[Sinful]

Here it is! Chapter VIII

"Hope ya like it!"

This is like my catch-phrase, isn't it?

 

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Chapter VIII - Bang Bang, you’re Dead

 

 

“Vice City continues it’s rush of killings. After the Drug Lords Gonzales Cruz and Victor Vance die, yesterday the Vice City Police Department made an announcement regarding the death of the kingpin Ricardo Diaz.” A white young man wearing a black suit appeared on the screen. “The Vice City Police Department is currently investigating the death of the criminal suspect known as Ricardo Diaz. He was found in an alleyway near the North Point Mall, with gunshot wounds all over his body.” A reporter asked: “Do you have any suspects so far?”. “No. As I said, the investigation is still open. The crime lab is analyzing the evidences.” The policeman answered. “Oh well. I guess this is just gonna be another ‘unsolved murder’.” Whined the reporter.

 

Lance woke up and Tommy was still sleeping. He dressed a green Hawaiian T-shirt and jeans pants. Put his sunglasses on, grabbed his suit full of blood and drove to a laundry in Little Havana. Tuned up on Radio Espantoso. Aguanile, by Irakere, was playing. A black Admiral was following him. Lance parked his car in an alley, grabbed his Skorpion and waited. A few minutes later, Jason Caine, holding an Colt45, appeared, aiming to Lance.

-Drop your weapon!

-You drop yours!

-I’m a police officer!

-Cut the crap.

-You’re going away for a long time. You threatened a policeman!

-Is that so?

-Yes. Turn around and drop your weapon. You’re under arrest.

Lance dropped his Skorpion and turned back. Jason Caine was approaching to handcuff Lance, when he turned and punched the policeman in the face.

-You son of a bitch! You’re gonna die now! -said Jason, taking his Colt45 back. Lance grabbed his Skorpion and shot him one time in his right leg. Jason Caine felt in the ground.

-Why you after me? You’re no good cop.

-I can’t let anyone own this town.

-So why didn’t you arrested Diaz?

-He didn’t own the town. You know who really control this dump sh*t. The Vice City Police Department. Diaz paid me every month to keep me quiet.

-Why you telling me this?

-You’re not gonna be alive to tell anyone… I’m kinda glad you killed Diaz. Sad you have to die. You’d be a wonderful muppet. Just like your brother. That nigga son of a bitch…

-Shut the f*ck up and die. -Lance shot all over Jason Caine’s body. He was dead -sh*t. I killed a cop. Never wanted this to happen… I gotta get outta here.

 

He ran to his Infernus and kept driving to the laundry like nothing happened. Tommy called him in his cell phone.

-Hey, Tommy! How ya doin’?

-Hi, Lance. Look, come to the Estate, we gotta talk businesses.

-Sure, I’ll be right there. -Lance drove to the laundry.

 

Lance left his suit being washed and went to talk to the manager.

-Hey, you. You’re the manager here, huh?

-Yes. What do you want?

-You know Diaz?

-Diaz? -said the manager, looking around -That fat ass. I had to pay a fortune of protection to him. I’m glad he got killed.

-You know, there’s this guy who killed him. He took over Diaz’s businesses.

-Oh really? Well, I don’t give a sh*t. I’m not gonna pay any more protection. And if someone come and threat me, I’ll call the cops!

-Cops? You know the cops ain’t sh*t in this town!

-Cops is how I like to call my sawn-off shotgun.

-Haha… But you know, they’ll be here real soon…

-What are you talking about? sh*t, are you one of them?! You killed Diaz!?

-Me? Geez, I’m just washing my suit here.

 

A few minutes later he was back to the Mansion, wearing his white suit. Ken Rosenberg, the lawyer, and Avery Carrington, the businessman, were there walking around the Mansion with Tommy.

-Hey Lance. -said Tommy -This is Rosenberg, he’s our lawyer. And this is--

-Avery Carrington, glad to meet you.

-Nice to meet you, Avery.

-So, Lance, how you like this place, huh?

-I dunno, it looks nice, I guess…

-Oh, we gotta redecorate this place. We gotta make it look older. -said Ken. -I can't stand this look. Tommy, whadaya say? Whadaya say we put a bar in--

-You're my lawyer, Rosenberg, not my interior decorator. Got it? -said Tommy. -Listen to me, the time to take over this town is now. It's all out there waiting for us.

-We need to start seizing territory, let Vice City know we're the new players in town, know what I'm saying? -said Lance.

-What you need is a legitimate front Tommy, real estate. It's never done me no harm. -advised Avery.

-We need to start using some muscle or we can kiss all that hard work goodbye. -said Lance. He didn’t agreed with Carrington. You can’t make people respect you by making buildings.

-Ooh! We could try bribery... -said Ken, obviously high.

-Bribery? Screw bribery! I'll show you how to make 'em scared! I'll be back here in five minutes... -said Tommy, leaving the Mansion and getting in his red Cheetah.

-Now that’s what I’m talking about! -said Lance.

-You’re all making a big mistake. The law will soon come and take over all you have.

-f*ck the law. Bring ‘em on. I ain’t gonna be here and wait for him. I’ll do just the same. -said Lance, also leaving the Mansion and hoping in his white Infernus.

 

He drove to the Washington Mall 2102 and walked to the Pink Pearl Jewelry with his good old Skorpion in the pocket. Walked to the female attendant and said:

-Hi. I want to talk to your manager.

-There are no managers here, just me.

-No managers? This is a Jewelry!

-The owner is my husband. We can’t… What do you want?!

-You know Diaz?

-Huh… That kingpin who got killed? Hell, he was going to pay me a visit soon.

-Why’s that?

-I was late on paying my fee.

-Well I hope you don’t get late again.

-What you mean?

-There’s this guy who killed Diaz. He took over Diaz’s businesses.

-So… It’s the same sh*t?

-Yep.

-Damn, I wonder when he’ll come here!

-I’m here!

-sh*t! Please don’t kill me!

-Chill, relax, girl. All I want is your word that you’re gonna pay my guys every month, thus keeping you away from those, those… Gang bangers gunmen… -said Lance, showing his gun on purpose.

-Ok, I’ll pay, but please don’t shoot!

-Shoot? You see any gun? I’m not gonna shoot you. No, no… I don’t shoot anyone. I’m a man of peace. A businessman. Look, I’ll leave. It was a great pleasure speaking with you. I’m glad we didn’t have any… disagreement.

-Sure, me too! -said the woman, obviously apprehensive about the situation.

Lance left the store, got in the Infernus and drove back to the Mansion.

 

Ken and Avery had left the Mansion. Tommy was there watching TV.

-Hogging all the rest, I see.

-Haha… Where were you?

-Doin’ the same as you. How was there?

-Well… A lot of broken window displays. What about you?

-Me? All I had to do was showing my gun and a few words.

-I don’t think I can talk as much as you.

-Is that a good thing?

-Nope.

-Ouch. Look, I don’t really wanna be here and watch this sh*t. I’ll go out, see you, man.

-Bye.

Lance left the Mansion and got in his Infernus, driving off to Schuman Hospital.

 

-Hey, you. -said Lance to the receptionist.

-What can do for you?

-I wanna talk to nurse Sarah.

-What do you want with her?

-I just wanna talk to her! What’s the problem on that?

-She’s dead.

 

Sarah woke up with a good feeling that morning. A feeling that everything was going to be ok. She got in her red Admiral and drove off to her father’s liquor store.

-Hey dad… How you doing?

-Better now.

Sarah smiled. Her brown eyes were shining. She got scared when the two men with Hawaiian shirts went inside the store carrying Colt45’s.

-Everyone be quiet!

-Hey, grandpa. You know that fat f*ck Diaz? He’s DEAD! You know what happens now?

-W-w-What?

-Tommy Vercetti owns yo’ ass! You gotta pay protection to HIM!

-I-I don’t… The income is really low!

-You better pay it now or else I’m gonna shoot you! Simple as that!

-He’s telling the truth! -said Sarah -The income is nearly zero!

-sh*t, shut the f*ck up ya’ll! -yelled the protection man, shooting Sarah in the head and her father in the chest.

-sh*t, man! Tommy ain’t gonna be happy with this!

-Don’t give a sh*t. They had it coming. Come on, let’s go before the cops come over.

The two men left the store and ran inside a white Sentinel, driving off to Ocean Drive.

 

-Dead? What you mean dead?!

-Dead. She got killed by one of those extortion gang bangers.

-Diaz?

-No, Diaz was already dead. What’s that matter anyway?

-Never mind. I’ll go, thanks for the help.

-No problems.

[TonyZimmzy]

Nice chapter. I can't wait untill It get's closer to the end of the VC Storyline, to see how it all pans out behind Tommy's back

[Rashon.]

Nice chapter. I can't wait untill It get's closer to the end of the VC Storyline, to see how it all pans out behind Tommy's back

Aw f*ck, I forgot about that part.

 

Great chapter.

[Serafim]

Nice chapter. Get the idea I sent ya in the msn and use as the next chapter

[Sinful]

Chapter IX - I’m not your running boy

 

 

Lance arrived in the Mansion and checked the Protection Book, the list containing all of the businesses controlled by Vercetti and Vance, and who was responsible for each one. He quickly found the name of Tony and Fabrizzio, the two goons responsible for extorting Sarah’s father liquor store. He called them both to meet him in front of the Mansion, as well as ten other thugs. Tony, Fabrizzio, and the other goons were in a line. Lance walked to both of them.

-Tony… Fabrizzio.

-Yeah, boss? -said Tony.

-Where did you come from?

-What you mean? Well, America. I’m not some communist pig, if that’s what you think, haha.

-This is not funny. Me and Tommy, we’re paying you to sell protection. Maybe, sometimes, the owner doesn’t agree with us. Then what do we do!?

-Make them scared, I guess. -answered Fabrizzio.

-Make them scared… You know, people don’t get scared if they’re dead.

-Guess not. -said Tony, shaking his head.

-You know, you’re not supposed to kill people around.

-What you mean!? I didn’t kill nobody!

-Is that so? What about that liquor store?

-What about it? -asked Fabrizzio.

-Tony, Fabrizzio. Why did you kill those people?

-They were refusing to pay, Lance!

-Yeah, we were going to smash the store but… -said Tony, and Fabrizzio looked at him. -But Fabrizzio shot them, Lance.

-Did you ever though of telling that to me?

-sh*t, why would I tell anything to you, Vance? You’re not MY boss. I work for Tommy!

-You son of a bitch. -said Lance, grabbing his Colt45 and quickly shooting Fabrizzio in the head. Then he aimed the gun to Tony’s face. -Who do YOU work for?

-Tommy… And, and… And you, Lance.

-Good, Tony. I’ll be watching you. One step outside, you’re out, you know what I mean?

-Ok, Lance.

Lance got inside the Mansion and checked the book again. One Bar in Ocean Drive was refusing to pay protection. Tommy walked to Lance and said.

-Lance, what the hell was that?

-Just teaching them a lesson Tommy.

-Lesson? You just killed Fabrizzio!

-They shot a store owner!

-Why?

-He said it was because they didn’t want to pay protection.

-He should have just smashed the place!

-I know.

-Anyway, why did you shot him?

-As I said, to teach the others a lesson. And they embarrassed me!

-Embarrassment? Is that why you killed him?!

-Look, Tommy, he said he only worked for you. That he didn’t have to tell me nothing!

-He doesn’t. I pay the guys, not you!

-sh*t, Tommy, thanks a lot! You know, I though me and you, we were partners. Not so sure now…

-Look, Lance, quit it. Now you see why I’m handling the bigger slice of the money, instead of you.

-What?

-Look, Lance, go get a drink, ok? We’ll talk later.

Lance left of the Mansion, got in his Infernus and drove off to

He got in his Infernus and drove off to the Front Page Bar in Ocean Drive.

 

There was security guards armed with Uzi’s outside the bar. Lance got in and talked to the manager.

-Ok, white-suit. What do you want?

-You know Diaz? The one that got killed?

-What about him?

-Some guy took over his businesses.

-What’s your point?

-Look, you gotta pay protection, this a dangerous place. A lot of robberies, killings…

-Look, I already have protection. You see those guys in blue out there? That means protection.

-Yes, you know, I’m just saying. Any thing can happen. Like, maybe, some guys can come over later and destroy this place. Now that would be awful, huh?

-Look, are you leaving or I’ll have to call security?

-I’m leaving. But don’t count on that security.

Lance left the Front Page Bar and drove to the Mansion. He would have to get more goons to make the manager pay.

 

Lance got there and two thugs were drinking beer inside the Mansion. He sat down and begun drinking as well.

-Hey you two. There’s this bar refusing to pay. We’ll go there later, ok?

-Ok, Lance, no problem.

Lance called Tommy.

-Hey, Tommy?

-What Lance?

-What’s that sea sound? You in the beach?

-No, I’m in a boat. Busy. What do you want?

-Come to the Mansion later, I gotta talk to you.

Lance heard gunshots in the phone, as well as a helicopter.

-Tommy? What the hell’s going on there?

-Nothing. Look, I’ll be there later, see you.

 

An hour later Tommy was there. He got inside the bar room and said:

-What's the problem?

-Some bar is refusing to pay. They reckon they're protected by a local gang of thugs. But don't worry Tommy, I can handle it. -Lance was going to ask Tommy to come over and help him make the bar manager pay, but he remembered their last conversation and gave up. He was going to do it by himself, show Tommy that Lance could be as good as him.

-You call this handling it? -asked Tommy, getting angry. He pointed to the two goons -You two, off your asses… Let's go.

Tommy and the goons left the Mansion.

-sh*t! I said him I could handle it! I really gotta talk to Tommy about this. He’s embarrassing me…

 

Lance got in his Infernus started the engine. He followed Tommy’s Sentinel XS, being careful not to be noticed. Tommy drove off to Front Page Bar in Ocean Drive, and got out of the car.

Lance could see him talking to the manager, and later Tommy got in the XS again and drove off to the end of the street, to DBP Security. Lots of security guards were there, carrying Uzi’s, when Tommy arrived. He and the goons did a drive-by, killing all of the guards.

Tommy was still inside the car, talking to the goons, when Lance noticed two guards making a run for it with PCJ’s from an alley. Lance quickly grabbed a grenade from the backseat and threw it in the alleyway. It was too early, and the guards escaped harmless.

 

Lance was trying to keep up with Tommy in the chase. One of the goons managed to kill a security guard. Lance was trying to find his Skorpion when he noticed the Securicar. It was coming in high speed toward Lance.

-Ohhh Sheeeit!

Lance turned the Infernus to the left in the last second, almost crashing on a palm tree.

Tommy was far away then, so there was nothing Lance could do. He just drove off to the Pole Position Club.

Lance had a few drinks and a lap dance before calling Tommy.

-Tommy we gotta talk about stuff.

-What's the problem Lance? -said Tommy, as always with his sarcastic tone.

-It's you, my friend, I feel you're not giving me a fair slice. -said Lance. Tommy was handling the biggest part of the protection income. Although Tommy was the one who paid the goons, he still was making more money than Lance -And more than that, you been embarrassing me in front of the boys. I can't have that.

-Lance, it ain't like that. You've been making mistakes.

-Tommy, I'm not your message boy. I'm not your running boy.

-Lance, don't screw up, and we won't have any problems. I screw up, you can lay into me any time. -said Tommy.

-Tommy, I've done everything for you, you treat me like a fool. Don't do that.

-Lance, I won't rip you off or stab you in the back, okay? Just take it easy. This is tough enough without you getting all emotional on me. Trust me. Do you hear me, do you hear me?

-I hear you, Tommy, but I can't take this much more.

-Lance, don't be like this. Now I'm warning you. -Tommy wasn’t being sarcastic then -Do you hear me? Just relax, take a few days off. Okay? I'll talk to you.

Lance hung up.

-Rip me off, rip me off… He’s already ripping me off… My brother used to do that. But Tommy ain’t my brother.

-Hey, you, you talking to yourself? You should stop… You should drink a lil’ more. -said the bartender.

-Sheesh… Gimme one more beer… Gimme the bottle.

Lance got drunk and slept in the balcony.

 

 

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meh... I was lazy this week. Finnaly here!

Edited December 4, 2006 by Sinful

[TonyZimmzy]

Nice chapter again, what are you going to do when It comes near the time for Lance to die, just end it there? Or will Lance secretly live ?

[Sinful]

Nice chapter again, what are you going to do when It comes near the time for Lance to die, just end it there? Or will Lance secretly live ?

Who knows? I don't... Yet oO

[Blackadder.]

Nice, I want to see how Lance meets up with Sonny

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Really good chapter, Sinful. Excellent. I am anticipating the Lance/Sonny meet up. That'll be cool

[Sinful]

Humans are lazy. Some more, some less. I'm one of the laziest people... sh*t.

Finnally here.

As the wise guy would say: "Hope you like it" ;D

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Chapter X - My back’s just fine, brother

 

 

Lance was watching TV in one of the Mansion’s rooms, when Mike, one of the organization’s goons, got there and said him:

-Lance!

-What do you want? I’m watching Swap Meet. Man, that girl’s funny.

-I’m not kidding Lance!

-Speak!

-Me and the boys were at that Tarbrush Cafe, in the mall, offering protection and…

-And what?

-He… He… He pulled out a shotgun and aimed at Jhonny!

-So what did you do?

-We dropped our guns!

-Morons.

-We couldn’t let Jhonny die! But then…

-Then what?

-Then some bartender come outta nowhere and cut Jhonny’s head off with a sword!

-You really want me to believe this?

-I’m serious!

-Let’s say it’s true. Then what happened?

-Well, I did what had to be done! We grabbed our shotguns and shot everyone there!

-I don’t think that’s a good way of sell protection. What did I said the other day about killing the clients?

-They were gonna kill us!

-At least you hid the bodies, right?

-Huh… That’s the problem. Some security assholes were coming to see what happened, we didn’t have time to do anything but get outta there and don’t get caught!

-YOU IDIOT! I should kill you right now!

-Please no!

-The cops are gonna be crawling all over that sh*t in seconds!

-I’m sorry!

-Shut up! I’ll give you a chance. Here’s what you’re gonna do. You know our contact, that kid, 8Ball?

-Yeah, I know him.

-Ok. You’re gonna go there and buy a bomb. And then you go to the Cafe. Plant the bomb there. Blow up the place! Eradicate the evidences!

-Don’t you think that’s a bit too… Loud?

-Do you have a better plan, you moron?

-No, Lance.

-So what you waiting for? Go and do it! Asshole!

-Ok, Mr. Vance! I’m sorry!

Mike got out of the Mansion and drove off to the 8Ball’s bomb shop, now moved from Downtown to Viceport.

 

Lance left the Mansion and found Tommy leaving as well.

-Hey, Tommy, where you going?

-Work.

-Where?

-Some guy in Downtown have a job for me.

-What guy?

-What does it matter?

-Well, maybe know him…

-Don’t think so. See you, Lance. -said Tommy, getting in the red Cheetah and driving off out of the Mansion garden.

Lance was staring at the moving Cheetah.

-Guy in downtown? Why the hell Tommy never tells me anything?

He got in his Infernus and drove off following Tommy in his way to Downtown.

Tommy parked the red Cheetah in front of a biker bar. Two Angel bikes, now with a new standard paintjob, were parked in the outside, and a fat blonde man with a long hair wearing an American flag bandana and an open jacket showing his chest was in one of the bikes drinking beer.

Lance parked the Infernus across the street. He could see Tommy leaving the Cheetah and getting in the bar. A few minutes later Tommy left the bar and drove off his Cheetah deeper inside Downtown, leaving Lance behind.

-What the hell is Tommy doin’ here? Working for the f*ckin’ bikers? sh*t.

Lance followed Tommy to the street of the Ammunation Gun Store.

Vercetti was wearing his blue suit with a black shirt and carrying a Uzi sub-machine gun when he arrived. He got out of the Cheetah and slowly walked to the alleyway leading to the back of the Weapons Shop.

Vance quickly drove near the alleyway, allowing him to see what was happening. He could see dozens of members of the Shark street gang drinking beers and dancing. An Angel custom motorbike was parked in the middle of the party.

 

-sh*t! GUN! -one of the Shark members yelled.

Tommy started the shooting by killing of the gang members in the chest multiple times. The other thugs quickly grabbed their guns and started shooting in Tommy’s direction. Vercetti was fast, and could hide before the bullets could hit him and make him bleed. He successfully killed several gangsters while Lance was watching from the alleyway entrance, holding his loyal Skorpion in the right hand.

 

Gideon was happy that day.

He and his friends successfully hijacked their prize: the Biker gang leader’s custom Angel motorbike. That day was also the day when his best friend, Hotchner, who Gideon personally introduced to the gang, was being made and officially accepted between them.

All the beer was top quality. When Gideon, Hotchner, and other two Shark gang members stole the motorbike, they found money inside the traveling bags attached to the vehicle.

-He-hey, Hotchner, so you happy, eh?

-Sure -ic- Sure, dude… Hey Morgan! Man, you had to see the face of that fat asshole when he saw us driving off his loved bike! HAHA! Hey who’s that asshole?

A man, appearing to be 30 years old, wearing a blue suit and black shirt had entered the party alleyway. But the weird part is that he was carrying a sub-machine gun.

-sh*t! GUN!

Hotchner was aside Gideon, lying in a pool of blood, covered by gunshot wounds all over his open chest. He was still smiling. Gideon ran and hid between crates. The man in the blue suit was surprisingly surviving all of the bullets in his direction. Or maybe the bullets didn’t hit him. Gideon couldn’t see anything. He grabbed the Ruger from one of the dead gangsters and aimed at the killer’s back. Nothing could stop him. That guy was going to die.

Gideon felt in the ground with one lonely bullet craved in his skull.

 

One of the Shark gang members was holding a Ruger aimed to Tommy’s head. Lance aimed his Skorpion in the killer’s direction and pulled the trigger. In the same second, the gangster was dead and lying on the ground, with the head covered in blood.

 

The last alive Vance brother knew there was nothing he could do more at the moment Tommy jumped in the custom Angel motorbike and started the engine. Lance ran and got inside his white Infernus, driving his way to the Mansion. In a few seconds the man the blue suit drove the bike out of the alleyway, heading to the Greasy Chopper “Biker” Bar.

 

In his way to the Mansion, Lance received a call in his cell phone. It was the goon, Mike.

-Yea, this Lance.

-Lance? Mike here. Oh… er… Look, I gotta talk to you.

-About what?

-Something’s gone wrong with that job in the mall.

-What could be wrong? Anyone with a brain could do a simple job like that.

-The bomb didn’t explode.

-OH I FORGOT THAT YOU DON’T HAVE A BRAIN!

Lance threw the cell phone in the vehicle’s floor and accelerated his way to the Mansion.

Edited December 11, 2006 by Sinful

[TonyZimmzy]

Nice chapter, poor Lance, he doesn't understand that Tommy isn't his enemy

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Great chapter, Sinful. I love that mission, "Cop Land". Hope you make it good.

[Sinful]

Does anyone here watch Criminal Minds? All the Shark gang member names were taken from there lol

 

Thanks for the feedback

[Serafim]

Hey, nice chapter, Sinful. I'm just confusing about HOW Lance got in there

[Sinful]

Chapter XI - The Land of the Cops

 

 

Lance arrived in the Mansion in minutes. Mike was sitting in the front stairs, nervous. When he saw Lance, he stood up and tried to stay calm.

The Vance brother walked up the stairs and pushed Mike.

-YOU IDIOT!

-I’m sorry!

-What the f*ck happened?

-I don’t know, I put the bomb there, but it didn’t explode!

-WHY?

-It 8Ball’s fault! Not mine!

-Really?

-Ok, ok… Look, I just dropped the case a second! It didn’t broke or anything!

-sh*thead… Then what happened?

-Someone must’ve found the bomb and called the cops! Now even that bomb squad’s there!

-If it failed then why didn’t you took it outta there!?

-What was I supposed to do? Walk around with a bomb?

Lance sat down in the stairs. The police would soon connect the murders to the Vercetti & Vance crime organization, and there was nothing they could do. They would have to run. Maybe Las Venturas would be a nice place to lay low. He got up.

The red Cheetah arrived in the Mansion garden. Tommy got out of it and was getting the stairs up.

-You moron! What were you thinking?! -said Lance -Do you realize what this means?! We could all be sunk!

-The timer must have got screwed. -answered Mike. -That place was wired to go up like a firework factory. Then somebody tipped off the cops...

-What's the problem, fellas? -asked Tommy, wearing his blue suit with some drops of blood on it. Lance remembered the Shark gang shooting.

-Mike was supposed to torch some place in the mall, but he screwed the fuses and now the cops are crawling all over it. We gotta get our stuff and get out of here!

-Relax, both of you, let me think for a second! -said Tommy. -Tommy Vercetti just doesn't cut and run. The cops are gonna be going over that building with a fine toothed comb, right? But that takes time. We gotta go in and torch that place ourselves.

-Yeah, but... -said Mike.

-No one but a cop could get within a mile of that place! -said Lance.

-So we go as cops. -said Tommy, creating the plan -We gotta get uniforms. And we're gonna need a squad car. All thanks to you Mike.

-I’m sorry.

-I got it. -said Lance. -What we gotta do is lure the cops in with the finger, put them in a lock-up, and jump 'em.

-Good plan. Let's go! -said Tommy.

-Alright. -said Mike, and the trio walked to the Mansion garden. Tommy got in the Cheetah and started the engine as Lance got in the passenger seat.

-Hey what about me? -asked Mike.

-You stay here. -said Lance. -You screwed up enough for one day.

Tommy accelerated the Cheetah out of the Mansion garden and said:

-Ok Lance, let's get the cops' attention!

Lance grabbed a Stubby shotgun from behind the seat and shot a VCPD Cruiser making the patrol.

 

Aaron was making the patrol with his Latino partner Figueiredo.

-Hey, Rafael, look at that chick… -said Aaron, pointing at a blonde woman wearing a pink mini-skirt walking on the sidewalk.

-Hot, huh? Brazilians are better, anyway… Hey, look, isn’t that Cheetah a bit too fast?

-Yea, yea… Wanna run?

-Sure, man.

Aaron turned the sirens on and begun to chase the red Cheetah. A black male in white suit pulled a shotgun outside the window.

-GUN! -yelled Aaron, trying to reach his Colt45, but dropping it on the floor. -sh*t!

The Cheetah passenger fired the Stubby shotgun and three of the five bullets hit the VCPD Cruiser.

-Puta que-- Let’s get ’em! -said Figueiredo, pulling his Colt45 from the pocket and performing a drive-by on the Cheetah. -They’re too fast, I can’t reach them!

-I gonna try get closer!

Aaron accelerated the Cruiser to the maximum speed. The pursuit continued all the way to Vicepoint, until the suspects got in a garage.

-Haha, assholes! We got ‘em!

-Stupid idiots arrested themselves! Haha, park inside the garage, let’s teach ‘em a lesson! -said Figueiredo.

When Aaron parked the car inside the garage, the black man was pointing a Stubby at them, as the other man was pointing an MP5 to Aaron’s head.

-Tie 'em up and gag 'em! -said the white man.

The police officers left the car and lay on the ground. The man in the white suit grabbed two handcuffs from the Cruiser and said:

-Ok, take yo’ clothes off!

-What? -said Aaron.

-Just do what I say and you won’t get whacked.

Aaron and Figueiredo looked at each other and begun to strip.

 

-Now that got them really irritated.

The VCPD Cruiser started to pursuit the red Cheetah. Lance didn’t have to shoot more. Tommy led the cop car to park inside one of the organization’s garages. The criminals left the Cheetah and waited for the policemen to arrive.

In a few seconds, the police ride parked inside the garage. Tommy and Lance pointed their guns to the cops.

-Tie 'em up and gag 'em! -said Tommy.

The cops got out of the car and lay on the ground. Lance grabbed two handcuffs from their car and said:

-Ok, take yo’ cloths off!

-What? -said one of the cops.

-Just do what I say and you won’t get popped.

The cops looked at each other and took their clothes off, handing them to Lance, who handcuffed them. Tommy and Lance stripped and wore the cop’s uniform.

-Ooo. Fits perfectly! -said Lance.

-Bit tight around the crotch though... -said Tommy.

-Oh yeah yeah, mine too. Mine too.

Tommy got in the cop car and drove outside the garage. Lance closed the gate and hop in the passenger seat. Vercetti drove their way to the North Point Mall.

The block around the Mall was surrounded with roadblocks and policemen. A few army men could be seen hanging around as well. Tommy parked the car in front of the Mall’s main entrance, and said:

-Remember: smile at the other cops. -they both left the car.

-Hey there officer. Nice badge, nice badge. -said Lance, handshaking one of the policemen on the entrance.

-Real smooth, Lance.

The bomb was in a table inside the Tarbrush Cafe. Two army men were guarding the restaurant door. Tommy and Lance walked inside the Cafe, and Tommy began turning the bomb back on.

-Ok, timers are set, 5 seconds and ticking. -said Tommy.

-5 seconds?!! We got to get the hell outta here!

Lance and Tommy ran their way across the Cafe door and quickly left the Mall, getting back in the VCPD Cruiser.

 

The explosion destroyed all the tables and chairs inside the Cafe, as well as breaking the glasses. The two army men were massacred, and their blood flew all over the floor, dropping some in an officer’s uniform.

 

All the VCPD Cruisers around the Mall began chasing Tommy and Lance, as well as the SWAT cars.

-Sheeit! -said Lance.

-Shoot!

Lance pulled the Stubby outside the window and made a drive-by on the police cars behind them. Soon one of them blew up next to Tommy’s car.

-Oh my… That was close! -said Lance.

Two FBI Ranchers were parked in a roadblock in front of them.

-Tommy! Take the right!

Tommy kept driving forwards to the roadblock

-You’re gonna get us both killed!

Tommy turned the Cruiser in the last second, driving inside an alleyway. He stopped the car and got out.

-Tommy, what are you doing? The whole Vice City Police Department is chasing us and you stop? What, you gonna take leak?

-Just follow me.

Lance grabbed their suits from the Cruiser’s backseat and the Stubby and followed Tommy, who jumped a fence from a house and found a Perennial.

-Oh, great plan Tommy. Let’s steal a car.

-What? The police’s gonna come after us?

They both got in the car and drove off. Tommy drove slowly in the other side of the alleyway. They could policemen staring at it.

 

The FBI Rancher was the roadblock, and the VCPD Cruiser was accelerating forwards it.

-sh*t! That psycho’s gonna hit us! -said Horatio.

-No way! He’d die! -said Reid.

-That’s why he’s a psycho, genius!

The two FBI agents kept pointing their guns to the moving car. In the last moment, it turned the street and got in an alleyway.

-Let’s get them! -said Horatio, getting in the car with Reid.

The agents got in the Rancher and drove to the alleyway. The suspects’ car was parked there. Horatio and Reid left the car and pointed their MP5 sub-machine guns to the car.

-Step outta the car and lay on the ground!

No one came out of the Cruiser.

-Hey, wait, can you see anyone there? -said Reid. Horatio walked to the car ready to shoot anyone inside. He opened the driver’s door and there was no one in the car.

-sh*t! They got out! -said Horatio, taking his radio. -This is FBI agent Caine, I request backup! The suspects escaped! Repeat: The suspects escaped!

-Oh, damn… We gotta try to find them!

-Find them? f*ck them! C’mon, there’s a Rusty Brown’s Ring Donuts store nearby.

-I want a chocolate one!

-You pay.

 

Tommy slowly drove the Perennial to the Mansion.

-Damn! Finally here! This thing wouldn’t go faster?

-You wanted me to go faster, so we could get stopped by one of those FBI assholes?

-Whatever, Tommy.

Tommy parked the Perennial near the Mansion garden entrance and said:

-Ok, I’m gonna go up and take a shower, dump the car.

-Why do I gotta dump the car?

-Why are you whining about it? We did well today. Honestly? I didn’t think we were gonna get out alive. -said Tommy, walking inside the Mansion.

-Damn Tommy, always telling me what to do…

Lance drove the Perennial behind some bushes, near the water. He got out and pushed the car forward, making it fall in the sea. He walked inside the Mansion, took a shower and got some sleep.

 

 

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@serafim:

 

 

He got in his Infernus and drove off following Tommy in his way to Downtown.

 

[Rashon.]

Whoops, I haven't been reading this story in a while. Great chapter, I forgot what the name of the mission that this chapter took place on.

[Sinful]

Whoops, I haven't been reading this story in a while. Great chapter, I forgot what the name of the mission that this chapter took place on.

Chapter Name: The Land of the Cops

Mission Name: Copland

 

[Rashon.]

Whoops, I haven't been reading this story in a while. Great chapter, I forgot what the name of the mission that this chapter took place on.

Chapter Name: The Land of the Cops

Mission Name: Copland

 

Oh, I thought it was the one after it. Lol.

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Great chapter, Sinful. Loved that mission, "Cop Land"

 

Oh, and did you base the names of the cops in that mission of off some characters in the movie "Cop Land"? Am I right? huh?

 

lol

 

 

[Blackadder.]

Nice chapter Sinful, is that me in that chapter?