L.A.N.C.E

[Sinful]

Epilogue - The Mafia

 

 

-He was never really a good Don, after all. -said Michael “Lips” Forelli, the new Don of the Forelli Family, while eating a dish of spaghetti with tomato sauce inside the Saint Mark’s Bistro Italian Ristorante.

-Agreed. Sonny was too violent… -said Anthony “Tony” Molinari, the Forelli Family consigliere, drinking the rest of his wine, and filling the goblet with more.

-Yes. But he’s still my brother. No one can mess with us… -said Michael, fulfilling his plate with more pasta. -And think they can get away with it. What do you think I should do, consigliere of mine?

-Well, Mike, we both know Vercetti isn’t someone you can just kill with a couple of guns. Sonny tried that… So, in my opinion, we should just ignore him. After all he’s in Vice City, far away from here.

-I can’t let him live. Not after what he did…

-In that case, we should call a hit on him. Sniper. Clean and efficient.

-You think it would work?

-C’mon, Mickey, the guy’s not a god, he’s not invincible. He’s a man, just like you and me. -said Tony, eating the rest of his spaghetti.

-Is he, Tony? Because we lost around thirty men in that mess, including my brother Santino.

-If he has blood running through his veins, he can be killed. -said Tony.

-That kid thinks he’s a wise guy. We’ll teach that pezzonovante a lesson. -said Michael, finishing his wine. -It’s a shame that things must end this way. I never liked what Santino was doing to Vercetti. He should have treated that boy with more respect.

-Should he? Vercetti would never forgive Sonny. Not after Harwood.

-Harwood… An unfortunate event. I never thought it was my brother’s fault.

-C’mon… Who else but you and him knew about the job? Somebody had to tip off the cops, and it wasn’t you, for sure. It was Sonny…

-I think so… I’ll never understand why Santino did that… Vercetti would have a great future in the Family… Maybe one day he would even become a capo!

-Yeah… As you said, shameful things gotta end this way. -said Tony, finishing his pasta. A waiter walked to the table and took the empty plates and goblets out.

-Who should we send to this service?

-That kid, Phillip Marsh.

-Marsh? He’s not even Italian! What is he? French?

-I dunno, I think he’s Irish.

-You're telling me to send a f*cking Irish to kill the Harwood Butcher?

-Hey, it’s not like they’re gonna have a sword fight! All he’s gonna do is shoot Vercetti in the head. He was in the Irish army, pro sniper.

-You sure? -asked Michael.

-Of course I am! The kid’s real deal… Much better than those made men wannabe who died in Vice.

-I’ll take your word on that. You call him and set it all up. Right now, I need to get some sleep.

-Good night, Mickey.

-Good night, Antonio. -said Michael, walking to his room upstairs.

Tony grabbed his brand new cell phone from his pocket and dialed Philip Marsh’s number. Tony had a special talent for recording names and numbers in his mind.

-Phil Marsh?

-Yea that’s me.

-Molinari here.

-Hey, Tony, how ya doin’?

-I’m fine, but we have no time to talk. I got a job for you. Come down here, right away.

-Alright, man.

 

Philip Marsh lived alone in his relatively small house in Saint Mark’s, Portland district, Liberty City. He got in the Bistro in less than a half-hour. Tony was in the outside tables, drinking coffee. It was 11:30PM when Marsh parked his red and black striped Freeway motorbike -hijacked in the last month- in the garage of the Restaurant and got out.

Tony walked downstairs to meet Philip.

-Philip! How ya doin’?

-I’m good. So what job were you talking about? -asked Marsh while they walked upstairs.

-A hit. -said Molinari, sitting back on his chair.

-Where?

-Vice City.

-Vice City!? You mad? That’s like… Five hours from here!

-I know. Time’s not the problem. So isn’t money.

-Who? -asked Marsh, sitting on a chair facing Tony.

-Some big shot who thinks he’s a wise guy. Tommy Vercetti.

-Vercetti? I think I know that name…

-Yes you do. Everybody does. Although he’s better known as The Harwood Butcher.

-What the f*ck? Didn’t he kill like ten guys back in the seventies?

-Well you know how it is. People talk too much. Probably it was just one guy.

-I dunno, man…

-Look, Marsh, if you don’t do it, I’ll find somebody else. And believe me, the payment’s good. Good enough for you to stop stealing new bikes -said Tony, pointing at the parked Freeway. -and move from that sh*t hole you live.

-How much?

-Fifty grand. Cash.

-Whoa. How’s his protection?

-Protection’s not the problem. Most of time he’s alone.

-Ok…

-So, look, I want a clean job, ya hear? No messy stuff, no cops, no Latino gang bangers knocking on my door. You go in and out.

-C’mon pal, you think I can’t handle it?

-You think you can handle it?

-Hehe… You got my tickets?

-No, but here’s five hundred.

-When you want this done?

-As soon as possible.

 

“Vice City can sleep in peace today. According to information released by the Vice City Police Department, it appears that Thomas Vercetti, the Drug Lord, who was under investigation by several murders, as well as drug dealing, prostitution, money laundry, protection rackets, robbery, and many other felonies, was found dead in his Estate in Starfish Island. According to his personal bodyguards, Vercetti was in the roof walking to his helicopter when a bullet came from nowhere, indicating that the murder was performed by a sniper shooter. The Police said that numerous evidences were found in the Mansion, and they are still using them to solve lots of the so called “cold cases”. They also said that Thomas Vercetti’s murder will only be investigated after they finish the examination of all the evidences of unsolved crimes, in respect to the families of the victims. VCN, where death news are always news!”

 

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Nope, no one can mess with the mob.

Not even Mr. Vercetti, hehe

Edited December 29, 2006 by Sinful

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Yay! Tommy's dead. Is that a good thing?

 

Cool epilogue.

 

Watch out for Archaon, a major Vercetti fan......

[Blackadder.]

Tommy Died! Nice chapter anyway

 

EDIT: Lol Archaron will have your head for this!

[GSF_Membuh]

Bravo! Cool Epilogue Sinful! Aracharon will definately get pissed if he read that last part.

[Nick Papagiorgio]

I will PM Archaon, now. lol. Just kidding....

[Sinful]

I gotta post this:

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Sinful could hear the footsteps outside the room. He knew who was coming.

Archaon walked in the room.

Sinful hid under a couch and prayed.

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[Serafim]

Nice epilogue, sinful! I thought you wouldn't do anything so far. And by the way, tommy isn't dead!

 

PS: Shhhsheeeshhitshhooooo...

[Sinful]

Ok, fellas, Serafim's got a lil' surprise for ya'll

 

[Serafim]

Epilogue – The Vance Family

 

Chapter I – I got to get the hell outta here!

 

Lance was lying on the floor, shot in the shoulder and lots of bullets in the chest. He could be dead or alive, nobody knows. After the entire massacre in the Mansion, nobody found Lance’s body, it just disappeared. After receiving a round of shots from Tommy Vercetti, Lance fell above a body, unconscious. But luckily, he was wearing a body armor, unlike Sonny Forelli. After a few seconds he just woke up. He looks around and sees a lot of dead mafia thugs. He whispers to himself:

-sh*t! What did I do? I just betrayed Tommy, and look what happened to me. I better get outta here. I don’t care about that Forelli guy.

 

Lance stands up, with his shoulder bleeding, trying to find a way to leave the mansion. He slowly walks to the heliport and luckily his helicopter was there. He walked to the helicopter, opened the door, got in and found a sniper in the passenger seat. He was ready to leave that place, but he still had something to do.

“I don’t know what to do. I never wanted to kill Tommy until I went to Liberty visit that prick. If I kill Tommy, I’m not safe. If I kill the Forelli, I’m not safe either. But it was all the Forelli’s fault, so I’ll kill him, but how?” thought Lance.

 

Lance starts the helicopter. Nobody would hear him, because there were a lot of gun shot noises downstairs. He flew over the mansion’s main entrance and saw Mr. Forelli running from the mansion again. Lance figured out he’s just a running dog, who can’t fight your enemies face to face. That the only reason he stays alive is because of his goons. Lance, after seeing that, didn’t think otherwise. He grabbed a sniper behind the seat, kicked the door open, aimed at Sonny Forelli’s head and shouted:

-Look what you did to me, you prick!

-LAAANCE! Kill Vercetti, not me, you idiot! If you mess with the Mafia, you’re dead!

-I don’t care anymore! It’s all your fault, I’m gonna kill you and nobody will even notice!

Lance aimed at Sonny Forelli again, now standing still in the chopper, and popped his head off.

-Hahahah! I’m still good on these things! Now I better get outta here!

 

Lance went back to the helicopter controls and flew out of the mansion, without being seen. He kept thinking about what he did and about how would be his life after that.

-sh*t, why did I do it, WHY? I could just stay in the mansion mad at Tommy, but at least he wouldn’t kill me. I would just be sitting on the white gold, snoring coke and living the life, but now I f*cked up everything. I think I MUST kill Tommy now. But it’s not time for it, I better think about that tomorrow. I must take care of this pain and some other things.

 

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Forgot to mention. The epilogue will have kinda like 6 chapters, with a good end

 

Nice new year present, isn't it?

Edited December 29, 2006 by Serafim

[Brutuz]

OH

MY

GOD!

 

That was good, Dude you should write professionally!

[GSF_Membuh]

HOLY $H*T! MOTHER F***K**IN COOL CHAPTER!!!!!!

[Rashon.]

F*ckin' nice epilogue. Lance was dead and then.. he came back to life.

 

@Last chapter I missed: Tommy died?! (Yes, I know I'm late)

[Blackadder.]

Pancakes and Waffles that was awesome. Hurray for Serafim!

 

And Sinful...

[Serafim]

Epilogue - The Vance Family

 

Chapter II – Pete lives!

 

 

Lance finally reached his house and landed the helicopter. He went inside to get some alcohol and medicines to take care of the pain.

-Argh! This really hurts! I better call Phil.

Lance took his phone and dialed Phil’s number. He was living in Little Havana in Charlie’s house, a military guy who was taking care of Phil’s shoulder after the incident with boomshine. Even though he has only one arm now, he is still strong enough to carry a M60 in one hand, so he isn’t missing that arm so much.

-Hello? Who’s this? -said Phil on the phone.

-It’s me, the only Vance brother alive!

-What? Pete? Do I know you?

-Oh, forgot about Pete…

-Who are you, shum?

-It’s me, Lance!

-Eh what? I gotta stop with thish boomshine sheeit, it’s meshing ma head!

-No, Phil! It’s me, Lance! I’m alive, Tommy didn’t kill me!

-Real? How ye doin’ kid? Ish been too long!

-Stop calling me a kid, I’m not a kid!

-Whatever! I thought you were dead. How you did it?

-He tried to kill me in the mansion’s rooftop. I’m not a fool like that Forelli guy is, I wore armor!

-What? Forevis? Who’sh thish?

-Forelli, Sonny Forelli! He was the boss of the Forelli mob and who sent Tommy to Vice City.

-Oh… if he was Tommy’s enemy, so why did you meet him?

-I thought he could help me to change Tommy’s mind, but HE changed MY mind and made me try to kill Tommy with him. It was all his fault, so I killed him when I was on helicopter.

-What the f*ck is wrong with you? You want everybody being your enemy?

-No, man! I just want to make revenge on Tommy! No mafia thug will come after me, they thought Tommy killed Sonny lonely.

-Lance, YOU backstabbed him, and HE tried to kill you? That’s not right, man! Give up from this sh*t, like your brother always said, you’re asking for trouble!

-Give me a break, man… I’ll have to do it!

-No, you don’t need to kill Tommy. Drop by Little Havana tomorrow, near Umberto’s cafe, and then we can talk more about this.

-Ok, Phil! That’s the plan!

Lance turned the phone off, a bit mad at what Phil said to him. He couldn’t believe Phil was still in Tommy’s side, even though he tried to kill Lance. He couldn’t think about that at the moment, so he took some painkillers and went to sleep.

 

 

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Hope you like it

Edited December 30, 2006 by Serafim

[Brutuz]

Very good!

[Serafim]

Thanks Brutuz . The chapters are a bit small, but they're at least organized.

[Sinful]

Just so everybody knows, Serafim already finished writing all the chapters of his epilogue, and he'll post one each day.

 

btw, I'm helping him a little with the words, making his chapters a bit more... Sinful-ish.

 

[GSF_Membuh]

Great Chapter Serafim! PETE LIVES!!!!!!! Can't wait for more.

[Serafim]

Epilogue - The Vance Family

 

 

Chapter III – Always getting into trouble!

 

 

Lance woke up with the phone ringing. He stood up and picked up the phone. It was Umberto:

-Hey, chica! Drop by my father’s cafe pronto, I got a surprise for you!

-What? Who’s this?

-It’s me, Umberto! Phil told me what happened. Pero eso no importa. Come here, now!

-Ok, Umberto! I’ll get there ASAP.

Umberto suddenly ends the call, which made Lance a bit irritated.

Lance left his house, and then realized he left his Infernus in the Mansion. He had to degrade himself to a street jacking. Nobody was on the streets yet, all he saw was locked Polaris V8 parked near his house.

-Sheeit! -said him while trying to open the car. -Oh… I have an idea!

Lance got back in his house. After a few seconds, he came out with a crowbar in hands. He hit the car’s window and unlocked the car from the inside. In the other side of the street, a cop saw what he was doing and called for backup. Lance ran into him and stabbed his head with the crowbar. He got back in the car and hotwired it.

-This might be old and rusty, but works!

 

Lance drove off to the Ocean Beach Ammunation gunshop’s street. There were two police cars making a roadblock.

-Ahhh, commoooon! I’ll just pass through. -said Lance to himself.

 

Two cops were talking in the roadblock.

-Hey, Ralph, do you think he’s gonna stop?

-I think so, but we better watch o-

-JUUUMP!

 

Lance crashed through the roadblock and hit a cop, who got stuck in car’s hood.

-Pleeease, help me!

-I think we’re gonna have a nice drive! -said Lance.

Lance sped up and hit the handbrake on the turns. He finally got in the bridge.

-Pleeease, my leg is stuck in something, it hurts!

-Ok, I’ll take you off.

Lance went to the wrong side of the road, and then turned right, hitting the bridge and making the cop fall to the water.

-I hope this thing still works. Time to go to Little Havana.

 

Lance drove north on the main drag all the way to Little Havana, quickly hit the handbrake, turning left on cop station at top speed. The car almost hit the Rusty Brown’s Ring Donuts shop.

-sh*t, that was close! -said Lance to himself.

 

-Whoa, what was that? -said Officer Damien, while he was buying a pack of chocolate donuts.

-Some crazy maniac almost hit this place! -said Damien’s partner, Anderson.

-We gotta chase him!

-We really need to? Damn asshole! These donuts are good!

 

Lance looked on the mirror and turned right, instead of going to the Robina’s Cafe. Lance grabbed his cell phone and called Umberto.

-Umberto, it’s me, Lance! Keep your mouth shut please, just listen! Take some of your boys there, I’m being chased by some cops, and I’m gonna need help to lose the heat.

-Ok, Lance!

-Now go!

Lance turned the phone off and started driving around Little Havana, being hightailed by two police Cheetahs. Lance’s phone ringed, and he picked it up.

-Ok Lance! -said Umberto. -You can come here now, get in the alleyway in front of Papi’s Cafe. We’ve made a trap. You’ll pass thought it. When the cops come, BOOM! Bye bye!

Lance turned the phone off and headed to the alleyway. He passed through it and bailed, falling at the Cafe’s door.

 

The Cheetahs headed into the alleyway:

-Look! The car is gonna hit the wall! -said Damien on the radio.

-Let’s get him! -said Anderson.

At the same time as they got in the alleyway, lots of grenades blew up at the same time, making the cars fly to the air. One of them fell in the other side of the street and the other fell in the roof of a house making the roof colapse.

 

 

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Hope you like it, this one has a lot of action now . If a lot of people like it and comment, I'm planning of release the last chapter in 2007, depending from how it goes.

 

Forgot to mention, there's an easteregg in this chapter, I'll give one of the cookies I got for whom discover it

Edited December 31, 2006 by Serafim

[Sinful]

Nice chap Serafim, you just gotta fix this:

 

"-Ahhh, commoooon! I’ll just pass thought. -said Lance to himself.'

It's through, not thought.

 

GSF_Membuh said:

" Great Chapter Serafim! PETE LIVES!!!!!!! "

 

You actually readed the chapter? oO

[Brutuz]

Lance turned the phone off and started driving around Little Havana, being hightailed by two police Cheetahs. Lance’s phone ringed, and he picked it up.

It should be rung , good chapter though

[Rashon.]

Lance turned the phone off and started driving around Little Havana, being hightailed by two police Cheetahs. Lance’s phone ringed, and he picked it up.

It should be rung , good chapter though

No, it should be rang. Lmao. Anyway, great chapter.

[Serafim]

Epilogue - The Vance Family

 

 

Chapter IV – They can’t kill Mr. Big Shot

 

 

-Lance! Are you ok, boy? – said Umberto.

-Yes, I’m fine, don’t worry about it!

-Hey Lance! How ye’ doin? -asked Phil. He was sitting in one of the tables drinking some weird grey colored liquid.

-I’m better now, the gunshot wounds are h- PHIL! What the hell happened to your arm?

-It was just a little incident with boomshine, but I’m fine!

-Yeah, Lance! –said Umberto. –Don’t worry about it, we have bigger things to think now!

-Like what?

A black bald man walked out of a room inside the Cafe. Lance stares at him, impressed:

-VIC! You’re alive!

-Lance! How are you, bro?

-I’m good, but, how? How did you survive to that attack?

-Well, we gotta explain you everything! –said Umberto.

-Lance, you remember I was wearing body armor, right? –said Vic.

-Yes, but you got shot in the head!

-I know, but luckily it didn’t hit me, just passed thought my head ramming it. That’s all I remember! After that I fell unconscious.

-And that’s where I act, chica! –said Umberto.

-But I thought they got Vic’s body! –said Lance, confused.

-Yes, they thought too, but I’m smarter than the central, hahaha!

-Ok, bro, here’s what happened.

 

Vic was lying on the floor, his head was bleeding from the ramming bullet. He was almost passing out when the three Diaz’s goons in black got out of the crates, picked up the briefcases, and left the docks in a black Sentinel XS. Vic grabbed his cell phone from the pocket and called the first number he could remember.

-Who’s talking? -asked the voice.

-Umberto? Is that you? It’s Vic… I… shot… Docks… Help…

In a few minutes, Umberto’s custom Hermes was there.

-Victor! What happened? -asked Umberto, running outside the car. Victor was fainted. Umberto tried to check Vic’s pulse, it was low. He dragged Vic’s body to inside the Hermes and drove off to a private doctor, who used to make surgeries and heal bullet wounds to Umberto’s gang. He left Vic in the doctor and called one of his gang members.

-Rico? Robina here.

-Hey, how are you man?

-No time for talking! Look, you dumped those Haitian’s bodies yet?

-Huh… I’m sorry, boss, I’ll be right on it!

-NO! Look, I want you to take one of the bodies. Cover it with bullets, make it unrecognizable!

-Why, Umberto?!

-Just do it! Do it, and take the body to the docks. There’ll be two other bodies there, leave the Haitian like he died there. You know what I mean?

-Alright boss…

-I want it done pronto! -said Umberto, leaving the Hermes and getting in the medic’s surgery room inside his house.

-How’s he doin’? He’ll live?

-STOP! You’re making the room contaminated!

-Huh? -said Umberto. The medic waved. -Oh, ok. -said Umberto, backing off.

-He’ll be fine, I’ve took the bullets out. He might stay on a coma, though.

-Coma? A coma is fine!? What the f*ck?!

-It’s better than dead! Now get outta here and let me do my job.

 

-A coma? -asked Lance. All of them were sitting on chairs and drinking beers. -You sure you’re ok?

-I’m fine, bro. I stayed in a coma for a month of so. Then I woke up, and since then Umberto’s been treating me.

-Thanks a lot, Umberto! We owe you everything! –said Lance.

-Don’t worry, chica! That’s what a partner does!

-But, why didn’t you tell me you were alive earlier?

-I heard you were making moves with that Italian guy, and I didn’t want to appear outta nowhere, or else you’d drag me to more trouble. But enough of chat. NOW, you gotta give me an explanation, Lance! –said Vic.

-I’m sorry, bro! I couldn’t do anything else, those guys were heavily armed! If I warned anyone, they would kill us all!

-I don’t care about it, Lance! I told you to get out of this sh*t, and look what you almost did to me! You’re a DISGRACE to the family, Lance! You always getting into trouble!

-Gimme a break, man! I took care of Diaz while you were in coma!

-I’m glad to hear that, but you could at least leave Vercetti alone! You leave us from a trouble and start another one, that’s your problem! You gotta learn how to trust people, Lance! You gotta learn how to be sociable, you shame me!

-And what you want me to do? I can’t do nothing about it!

-YES, you can! I want you to get a way to fix what you did! Otherwise we won’t be able to put our feet on Vice City anymore! Soon he’ll find out you’re alive, because nobody found your body.

-sh*t! I forgot about that! I gotta do something now!

-Yes, go there and show him how useful you are, do something to recover your trust word! -said Victor, and Lance left the Cafe, pissed at him.

 

 

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I'm still planning of last chapter in first day of 2007, but I don't think it'll work so well

[TonyZimmzy]

 

Nice chap

[Warrior_Boi]

I just read the whole thing yesterday. Great stories Sinful and Serafim! That was a cool chapter. This is rated good.

[Archaon, Lord of End Times]

I gotta post this:

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Sinful could hear the footsteps outside the room. He knew who was coming.

Archaon walked in the room.

Sinful hid under a couch and prayed.

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Dammit, Sinful, now I have to kill you.

 

Lol, ah, your epilogue, despite killing Tommy, is very good. I'll have to read this sometime as it seems good. You get my respect for peicing together that Forelli peice so well. One of the best segments I've seen in relation to the mafia. Anyone who know's what they're doing with mafia related materials gets my "rispetto". I hope that's right, my Italian's rusty.

[Sinful]

Thanks, Archaon, appreciate it

[Rashon.]

Great chapter, Serafim. Lance is something.

[Serafim]

Epilogue - The Vance Family

 

 

Chapter V – It’s an ambush, Tommy!

 

 

Lance went to the Polaris V8, but it seemed to be wrecked.

-Damn! Today isn’t my lucky day at all!

He couldn’t find a car anywhere.

-Hey, Lance! –said Umberto –You need a car?

-Yes, Umberto!

-You can get one of the cars here! For us, you Cuban! You do whatever you like in this place!

-Thanks a lot, Umberto!

-Don’t worry, Lance! Just take it back here drivable.

-Ok, I’ll try, because everything can happen.

 

Lance drove the Cuban Hermes down to Starfish Island, thinking of a plan to meet Tommy without being killed. He then noticed a man hidden behind a palm tree. Although he didn’t looked suspicious, he was watching the mansion. Lance parked the car and noticed the guy had a sniper rifle.

-Sheeit, I better get a good spot and call Tommy!

Lance got out the Cuban Hermes and invaded one of the Mansions. He grabbed a piece of wood from the ground and broke his way inside the house. There was no one inside, so he ran to the rooftop. He could barely see Tommy’s Mansion, so he grabbed a binoculars from a room. He zoomed it to the Mansion’s entrance and saw Tommy there. Lance quickly dialed Tommy’s cell phone number. If the Forelli mob took control from Vice City, he’d have to work for them until the end of his life.

-Who’s this? -asked Tommy.

-TOMMY! Get in the mansion, now! It’s an ambush from the Forellis!

-What, Lance? Are you alive, you backstabbing prick?

-Sniper! Get in, now! –yelled Lance, hanging up.

 

Although Tommy didn’t really believe Lance, he ran inside the Mansion, getting shot in the leg.

-Oh, motherf*cker! Lance was right! Hey, you! What’s your name? –said Tommy, looking at one of his bodyguards.

-My name is Stan!

-You look like me. I have a deal for you!

-What? Me?

-Yes, listen! Get in my office and grab one of those blue suits. Just wear it just like me. NOW!

-Ok! Ok!

The goon got in the office and minutes later left it, wearing Tommy’s suit.

-What now, boss?

-I want you to get to take my chopper, fly to Vice Point and get the protection money from that jewelry shop. I have better things to worry about.

-Ok, boss! I’ll go there and get the money, if they don’t give it, I’ll persuade them, ok?

-That’s the plan, now go to the helipad and take the chopper!

-All right! But why I’m wearing this?

-Don’t ask! Just do it! I’ll pay well!

 

Stan ran to the helipad. He was walking towards the helicopter when he got shot in the head and fell dead on the ground.

 

Lance was watching everything happen by the binoculars.

-sh*t! I was right, the sniper wanted to kill Tommy! -said Lance. -That asshole didn’t pay attention to me and now--

His cell phone ringed.

-So what’s the big plan? -said Tommy’s voice on the phone. -You want me to put you back into the deal after what you did? –said Tommy, laughing.

-Tommy!? I thought you were dead!

-Nah, that’s just a bodyguard.

-Oh… Look, they think you’re dead now. So they won’t chase you anymore.

-Well, thanks, Lance! But what do you want me to do?

-Nothing Tommy, look! Umberto just showed me that my brother is alive! We just wanna live our lifes with no problems, you know what I mean?

-I’d be dead now if you it wasn’t for you. -said Tommy. -Don’t worry, Lance! I won’t chase you or something.

-Thanks, Tommy!

-But you won’t be part of this deal ever again!

-Ok, Tommy! But look, I bet the cops are gonna be all over there, thinking you’re dead. Maybe you should lay low for a while, huh?

-Alright, Lance. See you one day!

-Bye, Tommy!

 

Lance got out of the Mansion he broke in. The sniper was still on the palm tree, talking on the phone.

-Yea, it’s done, Mr. Molinari, you won’t be listening any news from Vercetti in a while…

Lance sneaked behind the killer, grabbed his Colt45 from the pocket, and shot him in the head. Lance put the gun in the sniper’s hand, trying to make it look like a suicide. He picked up the rifle and ran back to the Cuban Hermes, driving off to Little Havana.

 

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As you can see, Tommy isn't dead . Didn't post it before because nobody commented.

 

 

Serafim blames people

[Rashon.]

I should've known Tommy wasn't dead. Great chapter.