The King pin showdown...

[grim reaper22]

The sun set again on the beautiful beach as men,women and children played in the sand and water.The life gaurd's BF injection drove past while the man inside observed everone,making sure no one was drowning.Peter lance-brother of Victor and Lance vance's boat was arriving on shore.

 

Peter was in his early 30's just getting over a deep sickness of asthma,he decided to head to Vice City,his old brother's domain of cocaine.The cuabn jetmax drifted to shore and pete got off and touched ground on the hot sandy beach.He was wearing a white tank-top and blue denim jeans.His eyes were covered by small black sun-glasses and a white beanie hat.He had a russian issued .45 tucked under his pants,other then that he had nothing.

 

He walked up to the beach walkway as the boat drifted back into the ocean and skidded off.His only thoughts were"I can't wait to finnally see my brothers again,unsespecting that they were dead,he called up a taxi and told him the address.The taxi set off as Pete viewed the sights of Vice.The glamoruos lights and hot women was making his impression of Vice City,but he would soon learn that under the glamour was a drk underworld that would perpel one of the biggest battles in Vice City ever...

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Reme,ber that this is JUST the inderduction

[grim reaper22]

Ok since you're all clammering for the next chapter here you go...

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Pete's taxi came to a stop at a red light by Vice beach.He looked around somemore,seeing a gang of men walking with guns to an officer with P.I.G on his back and shooting him.The cop ran as fast as he could but the men guned him down,then took his wallet.One of the men looked up and saw me looking at him and pointed at me."Hey,he's a snitch!Let's beat him down!"the taxi driver looked and crouched down saying"You can deal with them yourself kid,"as the guys ran closer Pete decided to fight,taking out his .45 and aiming it at the lead man,he took shots at him."Oh,snap!Run dog's!"said the man as he ran off.The taxi driver pushed Pete out and screeched his tires as he drove off,leaving Pete in the middle of the street."Whatever you cheap piece of crap!"Pete screamed out as he walked to the sidewalk.It was 6:45 as Pete entered a hotel named The Vice."Hello I'd like to rent a room,"

"Ok,20$ sug,"Pete searched in his pockets only recovering 16$.Putting it on the table he asked if he could still get a room."Huh,fine but your out at 5:00 tommorrow,"she handed him the key to a room and he walked off.The dining room was filled with people talking and dancing to the local radio station ESPERNATO.He walked up the stairs and walked up to his room door.

 

He put in the key and opened the door.The sound of roaches scattering was loud as he walked in and sat down to an old chair.The room had a bed on the far left,with a T.V across from it.The so called 'dining room' was nothing more then a table with 2 chairs,on he was sitting on,stuffed to the side.He reached into his pants and pulled out the .45 laying it on the cracked and old table.His head was aching from the lour shots fired.He got up and walked to the refridgerater.He opend to the site of a family of roaches nibbling on a mysterious meat bared on the fridge's floor.He immediatly closed it and walked to the T.V. When he turned it on the T.V was turned to Channel 5 news."In local news a drug king pin was killed,more on that later,"Pete thought,"Could his brother be dead?Nah he was tough,he was in the army,he was ok,and so was Lance,"he walked back to the table seeing a roach pass by,he steped on it then grabed his gun,and loaded it with his last clip,which was hidden in his shoe.He tucked the gun back in his pants then laid down on the bed and went to sleep.He didn't know that Vice Could be this dirty,but he dealt with it...

[Stefan.]

Stop trying to copy my sigs!

 

Mmm...the format is still off. I refuse to read anything that isn't in the proper, English format.

 

But anyway.

[grim reaper22]

Um,if no one is gonne post,it reallly starts to dim my self-confidence about this man.

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Tommy Vercetti was being driven to phil's place by his limo driver.His snub nose set in his cigar pile by his seat.He was smoking a fine cuban cigar given to him by Umberto,while he was raiding a Hatian boat.The streets were riddled with usual people,Hatians, street wannabe's, mugger's and regular people.There were taxi's in the streets with the occasional bus,other then that the regular cars.The limo stoped at phil's gate as one of phil's friends who was staying with phil to help his arm recovery,opened the gate.The limo parked in front of the trailer,then Tommy got out and walked to the door.Tommy was dressed in a pastel suit with a cigar in his mouth.His shoes were white dress,matching the white pastel suit.He knocked on the door that was rusting and falling off,and almost immediatly Phil opened it with his left arm."Hey Tommy,how you been?"

"Fine Phil,so is it true your headed out to Liberty City?"

" 'Fraid so my old friend,gotta new contact that wanted to help me with my arm problem,"

"Oh,that;s to bad man,"He took out the cigar and held it like a ciggarette as he said,"So I was hoping to get your last shipment of weapons before you headed out,"

"Well,It's gonna cost you,but sure,"

"Good,good so what do ya got man?"

"Well-"He guided Tommy to a box by a small car cube,"-I got a nice little thing called an M-60,along with about 20 bands of ammo for it,"The wind picked up and made Phile shiver as he kept talking."Ok Phil so what would you like for that?"

"Well,in fair price 8000$,but since I'm moving think you could give me 10000$?"

"Of,course Your my ol' buddy man,I can pay as much money as you need.Ok here's the money,"He said as he pulled it out of his alligator wallet,making 10000$ seem like pocket change to him.Phil took the money and put it into his pocket,while managing to get the box and put it into the limo."Well my friend,I'm sorry you gotta move,but I guess it's for the better.I hope you do well Phil,hope you do well,"As Tommy shook Phil's hand Phil pulled him in and huged him like an army hug.Tommy let go and waved one more goodbye as he got into his limo again and drived off.

 

His limo parked in front of the estate and Tommy got out with the box while still smoking the cigar.He walked in while some of the boys(Vercetti gang) were talking in the bar.Tommy put the box on a table by his safe,in the back of his office.He looked outside as rain started pouring and hitting his thick,bullet-proof window.He waked to his marbel fitted chair,with a royal-red cushioned fabric on the back and bottem of it,and sat down to his similar desk.There was the paper from 1986 reading,Death of Drug Abused Lance Vance.Tommy oberved it for a moment and had a small flashback of that day."Lance I'm gonna kill you,you backstabing prick!"

"Oh,you think so?!"the bullet's shooting kept the impulse of beat in his mind.He stoped thinking about it and threw the paper on the floor by his security cameras.He got up and headed to the bar.

 

Pete got up to the sound of gunshots going off folowed by screaming,then more gunshots.He grabed his gun,hid it in his pants then got up.He had no desire to be in this crappy hotel.He wanted to be in his brother's mansion.Lance phoned him about the mansion saying his friend and him took it from an evil man.Pete looked up to his brother's,even though he was older then Lance he still thought of him as a somewhat 'Hero'.Pete walked to the main dining hall in the lobby and ate some stale looking pancakes.The taste was horrrible,but in truth he hadn't had food in two days.He was a poor man,not getting any help from his brother's and still hhaving asthma,he didn't ate but rarely.His coke-head mom didn't help either.He walked to the street,from the dining room leaving his plate there,and calling a taxi to go to his brother's mansion.

 

The taxi stoped in front of the gates leaving him there,and driving off to who knows where.Pete walked to the door and checked his watch.'9:20'A.M,he knocked the door,and a man replied with,"Yeah?"

"Uh,I'd like to speak to Lance and Tommy,"

"Man,you know Lance is dead right?"

"What!?!"

"Yeah,he's been dead for like-3 years now,"Pete fell to his knees,cuping his hands from him crying.His only thoughts were,"I am gonna kill the man who killed my brother!"Then he said to the man,"What about Vic?"

"Who?"

"Can I just come in?"

"Hold on,"The man unlocked the large two-door entrance and let Pete in.The man escorted Pete to the bar and told him to wait.He told the bartender,"I'd like a shot of scotch,"the bartender replied,"Wow,kinda early?Hey you look like a guy I used to know,um,Lance that's it!"

"He was my-"Pete took the shot,"-Brother,"The bartender nodded and walked to clean the bottles.Tommy walked in wearing a black T-shirt with blue jeans and sat down by Pete."So,who are you man?"

"I'm Pete...Pete lance,"Tommy stood up and took out a 9mm,pointed it at him then said,"What?You hear to try and kill me?To avenge your phsyco brother Lance?"

"YOU kill lance!?"Ans Pete pulled his .45 out and pointed it at Tommy.The batender ducted down,hidding and making sure no one shot him."What about Vic?You killed him to huh?"

"Who?You mean that guy that worked with Lance before me?"

"Yes,you killed h-"

"No!Diaz's men k-"

"I don't believe you!I will avenge my brother's and kill you,"

"what ever prick,kill me and your a deadman.I own this town!You'd better put the gun down or My men will kill you!"

"Sure,I know about drug dealing pricks like you!I will never let you trick me man!I will kill you for my brother!"Pete only had 12 bullets in the small pistol,but he wanted to unleash them all into Tommy.Tommy walked towards the door slowly,still having the stand off with Pete.He jumped out and Pete tried to shoot but missed.He quikly ran outside,only to be hit in the face with Tommy's gun,and knocked out.Tommy pointed at Pete,but then thought,"I'm gonna make him pay,"And told one of his men to take him to the roof.

 

Pete woke up with the noise of helicopter's rotator's swirling above him.He was in the mavrick with one of Tommy's boys pointing a gun at him.Pete tried to move but was tied up with duct tape and rope."Can't move can you Vance?"

"Who are you?"

"Hehe,I'm Tommy's right hand boy Jeff,and you my friend,have been invited to the diner with the Hatian's,but unfotunatly I don't think they like you wearing cubano clothes,"Pete looked down and saw he was wearing a cuban shirt with the headband stuck on his forehead."What are you gonne do to me?"

"Well,I figured we'd dump you off in Hatian territory with-"

"Who or what are Hatians?"

"Don't interrupt me,they are gangmember's and there worst enemy happens to wear what your dressed in,good luck,"Jeff pulled the rope Pete was chained to and took off the rope,leaving the tape.He told the pilot to lower the plane and he kicked Pete out onto the land...

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We are getting into it now!

[grim reaper22]

OK i'm starting to feel like tweet here!

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Pete was laying by the well stacked pizza resteraunt with duct tepe all over him and wearing cuban clothes-in hatian territory.He managed to get up,then take out his switch blade as the mavrick took off.The rotators made the old newspapers and palm tree leafs cricle around Pete.He cut the tape and revealed the Cuban clothes.There was no Hatians around but he still ran to wherever he could,making sure these 'Hatians' didn't see him.He ran into the dirty,seedy looking pizza place and sat down by a table.It was covered with roach p*ss and cheese."Oh,my god!"Pete said as he almost threw up.Hiis mind raced with questions."How will I kill the richest man in Vice City?I don't even have a gun any more,or gaurds for that matter.I need someone who can get me guns,"just as he thought it Phil cassidy's Patriot,filled with guns,passed by.Pete got up and ran outside to try and stop the man.

 

"Hey,who the hell is that man?why he racing to my patriot?"

"No idea,want me to stop?"

"Yeah,"The patriot stoped and Pete ran to the passenger side."Who are you boy?"

"I...need some guns*cough*,"Pete pulled out his inhaler and puffed some perscription then asked Phil for some guns.,"It'll cost you,but ok.What would you like,"Phil made his man park the car and Phil got out to the back,revealing the weapons."I got M-60's,flame thrower's,rocket launcher's,"

"Uh I'd need that mini-gun,"

"Ok,what you gonna pay for it?"

"Well I don't have any money,but I was hoping to help you in terms for it,"

"Well...I don't need help besides cleaning out my place,"

"I could do that!"

"Ok ok settle down man,ok it's right down the street,just make sure hat them Hatian's don't get into my guns and boomshine!Whoo!Ok boy,I'll meet you at the 'port for your reward,and my gun truck will be there in about 10 ok?"

"Sure,"Phil gave Pete a tec-9 and some clips then Pete set off to gaurd the stuff.

 

He sat down on a destroyed car and loaded the tec-9.He took off the dumb head band and waited for Hatians to come.He heard a screech of a Voodoo then got up and aimed at the entrance.Scilence...Then suddenly A Voodoo pulled in and 4 Hatians got out.Pete fired te weapon and kill the first two on his side."Eyy,we got us a cuban!Kill the man,"Said on Hatian with a heavy jamacian accent.Pete shot him in the knee,making him get into the car and drive off.The last Hatian stood there as Pete shot him in the chest multipe times.

 

In about 3 minutes 3 Voodoo's pulled up,Pete quikly dove behind the cube and fired at the Hatians.Gunshots blurred back and forth as Pete was shot in the shoulder.He let out a scream,then shot one Voodoo 'till it exploaded.Hatians ran and were gunned down.Only 2 got away,leaving Pete mending his wound as he sat on the car cube waiting for the truck.

 

It finally pulled up and a man got out."Wow man what happened to you?"

"I got shot protecting your stuff,"

"Sorry dude,here take this money to patch up,"He handed Pete 200$ and said,"Keep the gun man,I'll see you later,"Pete got off the cube and into the truck to meet Phil at the airport.

 

The truck parked in front of a small cargo plane that read,PHIL'S CARGO.Pete got out and walked to Phil."Hey boy,glad you aren't dead,"

"Me two,so can I get the gun now?"

"Hehe,hurring eh.Yeah I guess you can here,"He took it out of his Patriot and handed the mini-gun,along with 5 clips,to Pete."Ok,boy hope to see you again some day,'till then I'll be in Liberty,"Phil boarded the plane and when the last of the cargo was shiped,the plane took off.Pete got on to a baggage car left for him and headed to Ammu-nation.

 

Tommy sat at his desk reading the contract for Love Fist signing with Vercetti records.Vercetti records was a new record label that had bands like,Slapping clowns,euro perro and soon to be Love Fist.He lit up another Cigar and took a long drag from it.it seemed like he had relief when he was smoking the cigars.He got up as Jeff came into the office."Did you take care of the Vance?"

"Yep dropped him off in Hatian territory in cuban colors,"

"Ha,I bet they are tearing him apart now,anyways I need you to call Phil and see how he's doing on the plane I got him,"

"Ok,sir,"He called Phil talking in the doorway of the office,then moving to a chair."Uh huh,yeah oh really you got some goot help,from who?WHAT!PETE!Phil I gotta call you back,"He hung up as he looked at Tommy,who looked shocked.His cigar fell off his mouth and on to the Love Fist contract."Sh*T!!SH*T The contract!"he put out the fire with water on his desk.The contract was ruined."That PRICK! THAT CONTRACT WAS A ONE TIME DEAL!THEY AIN'T GONNA SIGN ANOTHER ONE!PETE WILL DIE!"

"Sir,you-"

"Shut up Jeff!We gotta kill Pete,make sure of it this time,then we spit on his grave!"Jeff left the room,and Tommy called some help...

[Stefan.]

I suggest you fix up your grammer if you want people to read your stories. It's against the rules, you know.

[Vercetti21]

Chill man! Not everyone has a lot of free time, so give them more than a day before you start bitching that no one's reading your story. In the meantime, keep writing, and fix up your grammar and format like Stefan said.

 

I already read the first post, and I'll get to the others when I get to them.

[grim reaper22]

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"Hello?"

"Hey,this is Tommy,Tommy Vercetti,"

"Tommy!I thought someone ran you out a long time ago,"

"Well I need to run someone out,"

"Really,ok what's his name?"

"Peter Vance,"

"Them Vance's just don't die huh?"

"I get you,ok tell me when he's dead,"

"Ok how much for this guy?"

"750,000,000 dollars,Leo,"Tommy hung up the phone and set it down on his table, then lit up a cigar and sat down.

 

Pete was sitting on a city bench waiting to get out of this part of town. The m-60 box was right next to him,as the bus pulled up, he took it and got in. He sat down in an empty seat, there was only 3 people on anyways. The station the bus was turned to was V-Rock, an old radio closing down. The bus drove past it as it headed towards the seemingly harmless bridge. Suddenly a loud explosion hit the bus, pushing it to it's side.Pete took out the M-60 and loaded it in a hurry, then tried to get out. He aimed it around,and then slowly got out, seeing th bus driver was dead, as was the other's. A loud seep through the air hit him, It was a sniper round. Pete let ou a scream as he took cover and looked out through holes to see the hitman. He saw someone on the top of the nearby carpark and directed his fire towards him. The assasian ran off the roof, probably from a bullet wound. Pete looked at the bullet wound and tied it up with his shirt,then leaned on the sidways bus. Siren's made there way to the scene, making Pete steal a bf-injection from a man and drive off.

 

Tommy was being driven to a party,it was around 8:00. His limo stoped by the other cars and Tommy got out, along with a body gaurd, he made his way to the party."Hey mr.V wassup?"

"Hey Tony'nightmare' smith,"

"Haha!man you can call me Tony,only dirtbags call me nightmare,"

"Ok 'Tony' so any hot girls we got here?"

"Look for yourself man,"He looked and saw a girl, she was mexican or columbian looking."Her name's Catalina,"

"Ok I'll give her a look,"Tommy walked up to Catalina as the music kept going."Hey,you with anyone?"

"What's it to you?"

"Well you look lonely,"

"Well I ain't,so leave me alone pig!"

"D*mn!Lady,I was jus-"

"Shut up with the 'lady' you just want to get in my pants,"

"F*ck you girl,your a f*cking phsyco!"Tommy angriley walked to his limo, to go home.

 

Pete stoped at a red light by the mall, in his new car. The idea of being a criminal crept closer to him every moment. A red savanna pulled up next to Pete's Injection and a gun fired straight out to Pete.

"SH*T!!!"He dove down under and loaded his .45 as he dodged spare bullets.The bullets had stoped and the sound of reloading was in his ear. He quikly got up and fired at the man,shooting his shoulder and causing him to drop the gun and drive off. Pete scrambled to the steering wheel and chased after him. He unloaded 3 bullets into the savanna's trunk. Leo tried to grab his gun under him,but couldn't get it and almost crashed into another car. He tried again,and succeded then shot out at Pete. One bullet collided with Peter's tire,making his car clumsy as he pursuited him.Leo's car crashed into a limo driving and Pete crashed into him. The wreckage was bad,but an injured Pete go out with an M-60 in hand and jumped to the street.Leo the hitman got out and unholstered his SMG,then looked around for Pete. The limo driver,and a unidentifed man got out and took out there silenced 9mm's and aimed at the men."Tommy!Hey I was about to kill this shmuck man!"Tommy let down his gun and walked up to Leo."Where is he?"

"Close,I mean that's his BF-Injection,"Tommy walked around looking for Pete, but nothing was found. Then a loud,"Hey motherf*ckers look!"Pete was on the building above and started unleashing his M-60 rounds out at the guys. Tommy ran to a building and went up the stairs, leaving Leo and his driver. Pete shot and killed Leo, with one shot in the head. The limo driver ran away to fast, but he wasn't coming back.

 

Pete let down his gaurd, assuming he killed Tommy he sat down on the roof. Tommy snuck up the roof from the other side of the street, and aimed at Pete's head...

Edited November 25, 2007 by grim reaper22