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Return to Vice

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Holiday in Paradise

 

 

 

“Relax Champ,” the smartly dressed Italian says into the phone. The man puffs away on a Cuban cigar inside a Liberty City bistro.

“It’s just a quick trip. There and back in no time. You don’t want to disappoint the boss now do ya?”

 

On the other end of the line, a clearly agitated Vinny “the Champ” Campino, stands at a payphone on the streets of Liberty City.

“Haven’t I done enough for you lately Jimmy?”

 

“Well sure, why don’t I just call the boss back…tell him that you don’t want to go to Vice City after all. Che Cavolo?”

 

“Common,” Vinny replies. “The only people that go to Vice City are tourists and retirees. You’re not sending me down there to die slowly?

 

“Oh, what do we have here a wisecrack? Get your butt on that plane Champ! This family doesn’t have a better bag-man than you.

And that’s not from me,” Johnny tells him. “It comes all the way from the old man. We’ll need you down there representing family business.

Besides,” he says puffing away on the cigar. “It’s nice down there this time of year.”

 

“Right, but don’t we already have a crew down there? With all the, you know, operations we have running.”

 

“Merda!” Jimmy screams. “Don’t talk about things like that on the phone!

 

“Che stronzo,” the Champ yells back. He thinks for a moment before before biting his tong. “You know I mean no disrespect Jimmy.

But you know that I have my own thing in Broker. Let someone else do it, there must be a dozen other guys you can call.”

 

“I hear ya Vincent, you and I go way back.” Jimmy sits back in his chair, staring out the window. “Our friends across town want some

insurance on this dea. You my friend are that insurance. Besides, ever since that thing with the Irish...we can’t trust any of our contacts

down there."

 

“I know J,” replies Vinny. “The phones aren’t safe anymore.”

 

“You said that right!" Jimmy responds. Now, this comes from on high; none other than his holiness himself. He wants you to go down

there and calm our friend’s nerves. This would go a long way towards healing the rift between the other families. Champ, I know you

can do this.”

 

“There and back huh?” Jimmy scratches the back of his head. “You’re not sending me into trouble again, are you Johnny? I know your style.”

 

“Che cavolo! That only was one time, one time!”

 

“Figlio de punta. Ok, what do I do?”

 

“We’ll send a package to your safe house. It will have your instructions and the tickets. I’ll even throw in some walking around cash,” Johnny

says with a smile. “Get to Francis International, you’ll meet our friend there. He's from across the river, so treat him with respect. Now this

comes from on high. It’s the kid, and it’ll be his first time. Don’t let his kid get under your skin, ok Champ? The stronzo will fill you in from

the airport, call me once it’s done.”

 

“I’ll talk with you soon,” Vinny hangs up the payphone and hails a taxi.

 

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Johnny hangs up the phone. “It’s done,” Johnny says as he turns back from the window.

 

In the darkness behind Johnny hovers a menacing figure. “He’ll meet our friends at the airport?”

 

“That’s what I told him,” Johnny puts out his cigar in the ashtray. “The Feds won’t be looking for him down there, nobody will.”

 

“Do you believe that he's a rat Jonathan?”

 

“I don’t know…the kid’s dad and I worked the same corner, before he was killed. I’ve seen Champ grow up, and he didn’t seem the type,

I don’t know, I just follow orders. That’s what the boss says to do, so I’m doing it.”

 

“Are you with us,” asks the mysterious man.

 

“Forgedaboutitt!”

 

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Arriving at Francis International Airport, Vinny hops out of the yellow cab. He grabs two bags and walks inside. He has to wait in line

before passing through a metal-detector. The machine rings, but the sole guard passes him through without notice. Vinny walks up the

proper gate, he spots an Alderney fellow dressed in a pure white suit.”

 

“You must be my escort,” he asks the man. “The don’s son?”

 

“Jimmy Pegorino is the name,” the guy jumps up shaking the Champ’s hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you, it’s great to finally be going where

the action is.”

 

“What do you mean friend?”

 

“I, uh, nothing. I mean a lot of action with the women, lots of wild ones down in Vice City. That’s all I meant by it, you know…”

 

“Right,” Vinny rolls his eyes and sits down in the nearest seat. “You need to fill me in on what’s going on here.”

 

Jimmy Peg leans in close, talking softly. “Alright, you know that our family and the Ancelotti’s have been feuding. Recently, we’ve reached

out so we could return to business. We have this new thing in Vice that should pay off. The Ancelotti’s will get a cut, in return for ending the war.

Since the Gambetti’s are a neutral party, both families would feel better if nothing shifty happened. You were recommended by the family to

make sure that everything went ok.”

 

“Funny, because trouble seems to follow me everywhere.” The Champ watches the hips of a stewardess as she walks past.

 

“We’ve got a cargo of H coming into Vice City,” Peg tells him. “The locals are new to us, so you just need to make sure everything goes smoothly.”

 

Just then the boarding call is announced, Liberty City direct to Vice City.

 

“Well, let’s get this started then…”

 

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Cut to Vice City.

 

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Strolling out of the terminal of Escobar International Airport, the two men catch a cab. The cab drives from the airport to Ocean Beach,

the most famous beach on the east coast. Once there, the cab drops the two off at one of the art deco hotels along the strip. Both of the men

get their bags and start heading down the sidewalk.

 

“Just let me do the talking,” Peg tells the Champ. He walks up to a gruff man leaning against a car. “You must be the local they set us up

with,” he asks the man. Peg gives the guy a special handshake and hands him a padded envelope.

 

“Welcome to Vice City, you the guys from up north?”

 

“That we are my friend,” Peg watches as the Champ loads both of their bags into the trunk. “This is my associate,

treat him with extra care.”

 

“Well get in,” the man hands Champ the keys as he hops in the back seat.

 

Vinny looks over at Peg, all Peg can do is shrug his shoulders and get in the passenger side. “At least tell me how

to get where we’re going,” Vinny shakes his head as he enters the driver’s seat and starts the car.

 

The vehicle heads down Ocean Drive, full of sun, and sunbathers. “Turn right here,” the gruff local says.

“Head down Stingray Avenue until we reach the marina.”

 

Vinny turns at the light and heads down the side road. The car passes by shops, eateries, and even a car wash. Along the

way they pass by locals and tourists alike, all enjoying the late afternoon sun. When the car finally reaches the marina, the gruff

man instructs Jimmy to head over to one of the warehouses.

 

The Champ pulls the car to a stop inside the darkened warehouse and turns to Peg. “What now?”

 

“I have to clear things with the Columbians,” the local steps out of the car. “Your friend can stay with the ride, in-case

anything goes wrong.”

 

“Now wait a minute,” the Champ tells Peg. “I’m supposed to look over things here. The deal doesn’t happen without me.”

 

“This isn’t the deal,” the local says. “At least not yet. We just need to settle the Columbians nerves; they are always jumpy.

When everyone is happy, they signal the boat to come in. You can flex your muscles then tough guy,” the guy motions for Peg to

come with him. “Till’ then, just keep the car running.”

 

“Hurry up Pegorino,” Vinny yells out the side window.

 

The 'Champ' proceeds to wait in the car. He bides his time listening to the radio. After several minutes, the Vinny starts to get impatient.

He restlessly taps his fingers on the steering wheel while looking around.

 

Just then, Vinny catches something out of the corner of his eye. Pegorino comes running out of the darkness carrying a heavy

machine gun. Readying the gun, Peg aims at the car. “Not my business you rat!” He screams.

 

Vinny’s eyes get wide and he dives down on the car floor. Peg opens up with the heavy weapon, filling the windshield with holes.

“Che Cazzo!” Vinny yells out. He reaches up for the shifter and puts the car in reverse. With his other hand the 'Champ' presses down

on the gas pedal, sending the car screeching out of the warehouse.

 

Once clear, Vinny pops up and takes control of the car. Running after him is Pegorino, carrying the machine gun. Behind Peg are

several more assassins, all dressed in black. The group opens up on the vehicle with their weapons. Vinny spins the car around and heads

out of the marina; but not before the vehicle is turned into Swiss cheese.

 

The 'Champ' takes several deep breaths before slowing the car down. He’s in a strange city, and doesn’t know where to go. Spotting

an empty lot, Vinny pulls the car in to stash it. The engine is smoking, and several of the tires are flat. He would be easily spotted by

anyone looking, so the Champ hops out and opens the trunk.

 

Pulling out his suitcase, Vinny reaches in for the envelope of cash the family gave him. He tears off the top, but instead of cash

it’s old newspapers. “What the hell,” Vinny asks himself. Vinny reaches for Pegorino’s suitcase and opens it, but all that is inside is woman’s

underwear. Champ shakes his head and starts to head down the sidewalk.

 

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Customer Service

 

 

 

As the sun sets in Vice City, Vinny finds a payphone on Ocean Drive. He places in the few remaining bucks he has for the call.

The Champ looks around to see if anyone has followed him. Luckily there are only scanty clad women walking in from the beach.

 

“Happy Holidays,” a voice answers on the phone.

 

“Bah freakin’ humbug,” Vinny answers back.

 

“Champ! Is that you? Holly sh-” and the line goes dead.

 

“Son of a bitch.” Vinny places his last dollar into the payphone. The line rings several times before someone picks up. “Listen

up Christopher, don’t pull that on me again.

 

“But I can’t talk to you…”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Well,” Christopher replies. “People are talking about you.”

 

“People, what people. What are they saying?”

 

“Champ, the phone…I can’t.”

 

“Listen here, I just spent my first twenty minutes in Vice City dodging bullets." Vinny tries to contain his anger while looking

around nervously. “Now, what are they saying about me?”

 

“You’re a rat Champ, he said you’ve been talking with the FIB.”

 

“Who said that?”

 

“Jimmy,” says Christopher, in a softer voice this time. “He came down to the club. Told all of us that you were helping the feds

tap the lines. We’ve all heard how they’ve come down on the other families.”

 

“And you believe him?”

 

“I don’t know, just do what I’m told. You know that.”

 

“And you should know that I’m no snitch. Now, what do you know about Pegarino?”

 

“The only reason the families even tolerate him was because of the garment racket, but that was ages ago…”

 

“No,” Vinny interrupts. “Not the old man, junior.”

 

“Oh, you mean Jimmy Peg! Yeah he’s just a wannabe,” Christopher tells him. “He’s made because of the old man said so,

heard he still hasn’t got his hands wet.”

 

“Yeah, I can tell you that. He’s no good with an MG.”

 

“Jesus H. Christmas, it must have been payback then. The Pegerino’s get pinched, Jimmy fingers you, and little Peg gets to

pump his chest. All the families are happy, and it shows everyone else what happens when you talk.”

 

“The sacrificial lamb,” Vinny replies. “So who do you know down here?”

 

“Plenty of people, but they will all be looking for you. Once they find out that the job wasn’t done right, the families will send

a real professional. You need to stay low for a while. The family has interests down there, so try to avoid downtown, the Ocean Plaza hotel,

and especially the dog tracks.”

 

“Right, so who can I trust outside the family?”

 

“You know, I got a call a few months back from one of our old teammates.”

 

“Really, who?”

 

“It was Ryan Mastrino, remember him?”

 

“Barely,” Vinny scratches his head. “Wasn’t he the water boy?”

 

“Right,” Christopher tells him. “He was working at some hotel at the time. My girl was bugging me to go down there but

I was busy at the time. Never called him back, what was that hotel…Beach View Plaza? Yeah, that’s it! I remember now, it was

right there on Ocean Drive.”

 

“Good,” Vinny spots the Plaza in the distance. “That’s not to far from me…thank you Christopher. Get word to everyone for me,

they got the wrong guy. I’m a good earner.”

 

“Sure thing, I’ll get word back to you when things are clear…hold on.”

 

“What is it?”

 

“Someone is here, let me go get the doo-”

 

Pop-Pop-Pop

 

“Christopher,” yells Vinny into the phone. After a long pause the line goes dead. Vinny slowly backs away from the payphone.

“What the hell is going on?” He looks around in shock for a moment. Gathering his thoughts, Vinny then starts heading towards the hotel,

glimmering in the setting sun.

 

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“Greetings,” A fresh-faced young girl tells Vinny as he walks through the front doors. “Welcome to the Beach View Plaza!

Do you have a reservation sir?”

 

“No, but maybe you can help me. I’m looking for a friend of mine, Ryan Mastrino, does he still work here?”

 

“Ryan? Yeah he’s on break,” she points to the beach entrance behind the desk. “Just follow the walkway back towards the yellow

cabana, it’s behind the pool shack.”

 

“Thanks, can you watch my bags for a minute?”

 

“Sure,” the desk clerk tells Vinny.

 

The Champ gives the lady his baggage and walks out the glass doors. He casually walks past the tourists gathering for Happy Hour.

Vinny spots yellow cabana and the shack containing the pool equipment. From behind the shack he can hear a man giggling to himself. Vinny

walks up to find the guy hunched over a table, face down in a mirror.

 

“Trying to find yourself there pal?”

 

The guy turns around, his nose covered in white powder. “Sorry the margaritas are next door sir.”

 

“So, you wouldn’t be able to tell me where the porca puttana’s are then?”

 

“Champ?” The guy looks closer at Vinny’s face. “Is that you?”

 

“Yeah, how’ve you been Ryan?”

 

“Champ,” Ryan gets up and hugs Vinny, who quickly pushes him aside. “What are you doing all the way down in Vice City?”

 

“I’ve been deported, could use your help. Need a place to lay low for a while, and right now I’m short on cash. Can you help me

out buddy?”

 

"Sure thing Champ, anything for you dude, but right now I got a problem of my own.”

“What is it?”

 

“This regular, big rich guy, he wants some evening entertainment. Normally I’d help out, but right now I’m a bit on edge.

Help me out with this and I’ll get you a room, free of charge.”

 

“Uh,” Vinny finally relents. “All right, but only because I’m desperate. Normally I don’t get my involved with these sorts of things.

What do you want me to do?”

 

“Good, that’s good. All right, so I need you to get a car. You can find one out front,” Ryan hands him a note. “Tell the valet that

I sent you. Once you get the car you’ll need to go to Vice Point. Head south until you see the lighthouse. A couple of girls will be waiting

for you, just sound your horn. Bring the girls back here, meet me round back.”

 

“Got it, see you soon.”

 

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Vinny spots the valet and gives him the note. The man takes a look before heading to the parking lot. He comes back moments later

with a pure white pimp car. The convertible is long, stacked full of steel and chrome. The valet hops out, but leaves the car running.

He stands there waiting for a tip, but Vinny just walks past him.

 

Driving the car into the distance, Vinny scans Ocean Drive. He sees all kinds of beach-goers walking back to their hotels. The clubs

along Ocean Drive are starting to open up, and Vinny can hear the music as he drives past. He spots the lighthouse and slows the car down.

 

Standing on the sidewalk are a gaggle of sluts looking for a ride. Vinny pulls up along side and sounds the horn. One of the girls walks

up and looks inside the car. “Where’s Ryan?”

 

“He’s busy,” Vinny replies. “I’m an old friend, he asked me to pick you girls up. You are meeting someone at the Beach View right?”

 

“Yeah, what a perv.” The woman looks at the other ladies behind her. “Ok girls, let’s go.” The hookers pile into the pimp car before

Vinny takes off.

 

“So you’ve know Ryan for a while then,” the slut asks.

 

“You can say that, we just ran into other actually.”

 

“Well that’s good. You know, after I’m done tonight…”

 

“Yeah maybe some other time, I got stuff on my mind right now.”

 

“Sure honey, but if you want to forget about it all…”

 

“Yeah, thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

 

Just then, Vinny pulls into the Beach View Plaza parking lot. He spots the back entrance, and a bellhop waiting for him.

'Champ' pulls the car up and drops off the hookers. “Here you go, have fun ladies.” The bellhop gathers up the girls and starts to take

them upstairs. “Hey,” he yells at the bellhop. “Where’s Ryan at, he’s got my prize.”

 

“Front desk,” replies the bellhop before disappearing into the hallway.

 

Vinny pulls out of the parking lot and back to the front entrance. As he hops out, the Champ tosses the same valet his keys.

The valet shakes his head as Vinny walks inside. Stiffed again for a tip.

 

Vinny spots Ryan at the front desk and walks up. “So, that thing, done. Now can I get a room?”

 

“Sure, sure,” Ryan replies. “If anyone asks, you’re a business man on a trip.”

 

“Yeah, I do have some business to do.”

 

“I’ll take any of your cars here at the desk, just check in every one and a while. Also you have two parking spots out in the parking lot.

If you drive up front, the valet will park it for you. And, uh, welcome to the Beach View.”

 

“Thanks buddy, I could use the rest.”

 

“Sure no prob, any idea on how long you’ll be down here?”

 

“I don’t know, right now I need some cash to do anything.”

 

“Yeah well,” Ryan leans in a bit closer. “There’s this Rastafarian that I go to. He works in the Car Lot across the way. Ask him if

you can do anything, he’s always got stuff going on. Name is Jacob by the way. Big Jacob."

 

“Jacob huh? Alright, thanks.”

 

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High Ally

 

 

 

Vincent can either save the game by going up to the hotel room, or continue the missions. This is the point in the game where

Vinny can freeroam. Choosing to continue, Vinny goes to find Big Jacob. The marker is at the bottom of a six-story parking garage.

 

Walking down the sidewalk, Vinny takes in the sights and sounds of Vice City. The nightlife is bustling with scantily clad women

making their way towards the nearest nightclub. Unfortunately Vinny notices that the men are not wearing much either. He averts his

eyes as a beachgoer walks past in a Speedo.

 

“Ahhh, good for you buddy,” he says walking past the guy.

 

Vinny walks from the hotel down to the crosswalk. The narrow two-lane street has the occasional delivery truck rolling past. The

backside of the Plaza is hidden from view. Here the staff handles the delivery, laundry, and an occasional smoke break. This is also where

the parking garage is.

 

Crossing the street, Vinny walks up the office. It is marked with a glowing X, starting the next part of the mission. Vinny opens the

door to the small green shack. A billow of sweet smoke pours out. Inside a Rastafarian is speaking with someone on the phone.

 

“Rasclot! Twas a simple ting, an you screw it up,” he yells into the phone.

 

“Excuse me,” Vinny says to the man. “Are you Big Jacob?”

 

“I no wanna hear it, go on now. I got business,” Jacob hangs up the phone and looks up at Vinny. “What now? Did my valet damage

you’re car mister?” Jacob walks from behind the counter and sticks his head outside. “Hear me now bumbaclots! Don’t be damaging de

customer’s cars!”

 

“No, no one damaged anything. Ryan sent me over; he said you might need me. My name’s Vincent, and I handle delicate situations.

I’m looking for some quick work,” Vinnie tells Jacob. “No questions asked.”

 

“You no wanna drive cars for me din?”

 

“I see how they get treated.”

 

“Hmmm…no questions you say? Help I and I with this problem.”

 

“What is it?” Vinny asks.

 

“Mi mate, he no how to do a simple ting. He go on and mix up de packages, he give di wrong one. Now Jacob be in deep unless dat

package get back. I and I no go to Babylon for dis one, handle everyting down low, you feel?”

 

“I guess…”

 

“Ire, now follow me outside.”

 

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The two gentlemen walk out into the warm Vice City night. Big Jacob motions to a parked car. Vinny notices the two-

door muscle car parked in a marked area. He walks up and runs his hands along the sharp two-toned paint. The 'Champ'

shakes his head in agreement.

 

“This your car?”

 

“It’s a rental,” the Rastafarian tells Vinny. “Just sign ere’.” Big Jacob hands Vinny a pen and papers. Vinny quickly signs

the document before Jacob hands him the keys. “Drive me up north a ways, to Vice Pier.”

 

“Just tell me the way,” replies the Champ as he gets in the muscle car.

 

At this point the passengers, in this case Big Jacob, will give helpful directions if you ask them. Since you are new to the

city Jacob will be guiding Vinny to the destination. Vinny starts the car with a welcome engine growl. He peels out of the parking

lot and onto Ocean Beach Dr.

 

“Stay north on this road mate,” Big Jacob tells Vinny. “Don’t be to flashy, we no want no Babylon.”

 

“Right.”

 

“No, straight headed man.” Jacob takes a spliff out of his pocket. “I and I need to be level headed for dis one. Jacob need no

stress now mon, roll easy.” Big Jacob lights up the spliff with a match, taking several heavy tokes until the tip glows red. He passes

it to the left-hand-side.

 

“I’m all right friend,” Vinny says. “This body is a temple.”

 

“Ras! You probably takes the devil’s drink, de alcohol?”

 

“Well yeah, I can handle my liquor. What’s it to ya?”

 

“Dontcha ya know the weed is far better? It’s better for yo’r mind, yo’r soul, King Selassie say so. Praise him, ya hear me?”

 

“King who?”

 

Big Jacob breaks out into a hearty laugh. “I’m just terding wich ya, Jacob loves de liquor. No let them tell you ot’rwise mate.”

 

“I think that you need to go easy on that.” Vinny says, pointing to the spliff.

 

“Yo mi bredren, I tell you when I have enough.” Jacob continues toking as Vinny continues down Ocean Beach.

 

“So,” Vinny says to break the silence. “Why do they call you Big Jacob?”

 

“All di ladies call me dat, whenever Jacob is in de club.”

 

“Ah, you must be really popular.”

 

“Cha, Jacob dances towards di show’s end,” Jacob explains to Vinny. “An’ dat is where di good tips are. “Specially dose crazy

‘ourists from di mid-west, for real. If a bachlorette party is ‘oin on in mi city, Big Jacob is dere mon!”

 

“I see,” Vinny chuckles to himself. In the distance the Vice Pier comes into view. The long pier is a favorite location for

fishermen and tourists alike. It is colorfully light up against the nighttime sky.

 

“Turn up ‘ere,” Jacob tells Vinny. “Into de parking lot,”

 

Vinny pulls into the parking lot. At the far end is a space marked with a red X. Vinny parks the car in the space and both him

and Big Jacob get out. The car is facing the pier and there are a number of people coming and going along the sidewalk.

 

“Ol’ up ‘ere mon,” Jacob walks up to a parking meter. He places several coins in the machine and turns the lever. “I and I no wan’ get towed.”

 

There are parking meters all over Vice and other cities. If you park your car here, and pay the meter, the car will remain for

up to twelve in-game hours. The fee is $1 for each twelve hours, but Big Jacob has you covered this time. Parking meters are

especially useful for saving your favorite car during a mission.

 

“What do you have planned here Jacob?”

 

“Eye,” Jacob crosses the sidewalk and heads for the beach entrance, Vinny follows behind. “So mi mate gives di customer a

wrong package. Jacob tell ‘im, dis a special package. Go to a prime customer you ‘ere?”

 

“Yeah, so what’s the rub?”

 

“I and I need to get it back mon, but we no go ‘urt em, you feel?”

 

“Bad customer service?”

 

“Ire, Jacob need a man ov persuasion, feel? You ‘now how to use fists Vincent?”

 

“I think I can handle it, how about you?”

 

“Jacob no Karate, but he know krazy mon.”

 

“Whatever you say.”

 

“Rasclot up ‘ere,” Jacob says as there walk unto the beach. Underneath the pier are two men in bathing suits.

Big Jacob and Vinny walk up to the two.

 

“Damn Jacob,” one of the men says. “You put us on the gravy train!”

 

“You know you no pay for dat,” Jacob tells him. “Dere was a mix-up.”

 

“Then you shouldn’t hire such stupid couriers.”

 

“You done snorted up enough, give me de rest back.”

 

“What if I say no?”

 

“You no wanna do dat mon.”

 

Jacob looks over at Vinny and gives him a nod. Vinny steps forward but the guy takes a swing at him first.

Vinny can dodge, block punches and kicks, and can also dish them out as well. The 'Champ' can kick, but is

better at punching.

 

Vinny dodges the punch, and then gives the guy a quick jab to the gut. “That all you got?”

 

The guy lunges at him with a heavy punch. You can counter these moves by dodging. If done correctly Vinny can counter

with a knockout uppercut. He does and takes the man out with one punch. Vinny then turns his attention to the second guy.

 

“Ok, ok,” the man says. “Here it is…”

 

The second guy scrambles over to a backpack. He reaches into the sack, but Vinny notices a shinny glint coming from

the bag. When the guy spins around he has a gun in his hands. You can also disarm opponents with hand-to-hand moves,

if Vinny is close enough. Vinnie twists the small gun out of the guy’s hand before he can get off a shot.

 

“Easy there fella,” Vinny says while he points the gun at the man.

 

“Yeah, yeah,” the guy says. “Just don’t shoot me! It’s in the bag, I promise!”

 

“Go ahead,” Vinny tells Jacob.

 

Jacob grabs the backpack and checks inside. He nods his head at the Champ; the both of them walk away.

 

“No hard feelings,” the guy says from behind. “Right Jacob?”

 

“Call me tomorrow mon.”

 

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Vincent follows Jacob back up to the parking lot. Once there, they both get into the muscle car. Vinny starts the car and

heads out of the parking lot. He pulls out unto Ocean Beach and continues north.

 

“That was certainly fun, wasn’t it?”

 

“Rasclot, dose dummies snorted dis package. Jacob lucky he got dere when he did.”

 

“We still good?”

 

“Cha, just a ‘lil light dat all. Jacob take it out of someone’s pay, for sure.” He light up the spliff, hot-boxing the car. “Go down dere,

gone take you ‘twads de ereport. We’re goin’ to da to the Jai Alai club.”

 

“Speak some English friend.”

 

“Jai Alai mon, where dem Cubans ‘trow de ball at each o’ter. Jacob no play, I and I just bet mon. Das where one mi best customers is,

who dis package is for. We go dere and drop dis off, simple ting.”

 

“What’cha want to do with this?” Vinny shows Big Jacob the small pistol.

 

“Keep it, Jacob have enough guns.”

 

Vinny slides the pistol behind his back. He keeps driving, the road bends to the west and Jacob tells Vinny to cross the bridge over

the Vice Straights. The highway continues to the west towards the airport. Vinny can even see the flights coming into Escobar

International Airport.

 

“Tell me now,” Jacob says. “How you learn dem moves?”

 

“That’s why they call me ‘the Champ’,” he tells Jacob. “I use to fight way back when. It wasn’t until they asked me to take a dive

did I call it quits. Guess I was useful for other tasks. The family had me-”

 

“Family, you mean de family?"

 

“Yeah, the Gambetti’s. Myself, and my father before me.”

 

“Dem LC families bad voodoo mon, bad voodoo.”

 

“Well, someone back home doesn’t like me anymore. So now I’m trying to hide out. I need to play it close to the vest, but it you need

the help Jacob…”

 

“Ya Vincent, we’ll speak later.”

 

Jacob points to the nearest off-ramp for Vinny. As they exit the highway, Jacob shows him where the Jai Alai club is. Vinny parks the car

outside of the club, and follows Big Jacob to the entrance. The two walk inside the doors of the massive sporting facility.

 

“Jus play cool Vincent,” Jacob tells the 'Champ'. He walks up to the reception area. “Special delivery for Mister Buddy,” he tells the attendant.

 

“Will do,” the man replies. “I believe ‘the Magician’ is still at the tables. I can get a message to him, but it may take a moment. Can I have

him meet you at the bar?”

 

“Sure ‘ting mon.” Jacob motions for Vinny, and they both head through the double doors.

 

Inside is a large arena, with thousands of seats. Along the far wall is a glassed-in courtyard. There, two teams compete by throwing a small

rubber ball against a wall. Ttrying to make the other team miss, or even knock the opponent out. The ball is tossed at great speeds by

special wicker gloves. These gloves are curved so as to sling the rubber ball at quickly as possible. The spectators can legally wager on the

teams, causing an exciting atmosphere.

 

Big Jacob walks past the betting booths and heads for the bar in the back. Vinny follows behind, stepping past the cheering fans.

They eventually make it to the bar, and take an out-of-sight booth seat. After a few moments a gregarious man in a cowboy suit comes

waltzing into view.

 

“Jacob my boy, how are ya?” The cowboy grabs the nearest waitress and points at his empty scotch glass. “I need more sweet cheeks,

and a round for my friends!”

 

“Come Buddy, sit down now.” Jacob slides down and Vinny stuck in the middle next to Buddy. “I an I come as quick as we could.”

 

“Just tell me you have it. I’m in the middle of a big one here Jacob, and I could sure use a pick-me-up.”

 

“No worries mon.”

 

“Who’s your friend?” The cowboy looks over at Vinny, tipping his hat askew.

 

“Dat my man Vincent, he a real don.”

 

“Nice to meet you,” says the cowboy. “Name’s Buddy Hoss,” the man sticks out his hand. “But you can call me ‘the Magician’, cause I

make all the chips disappear.”

 

“Call me Vinny,” he says. The two quickly shake hands.

 

“Poker’s my game and winning’s my fame.” Buddy tells Vinny.

 

“De Magician know his cards,” Jacob says. “We got some real champions at dis ‘ere table.”

 

“And don’t you forget it!”

 

The waitress comes back and delivers a round of whisky. The three toast and down the drinks. Bobby finishes first, followed by Vinny,

and then Jacob, who is now clearly loaded. The men wait for the waitress to leave. In the background, the crowd cheers at the Jai-

Alai game.

 

“Ere’ ya go mon,” Jacob hands Buddy the package. “It be a lil’ lean, but I an I make it up for ya real soon. Promise.”

 

“If I wasn’t up big, you’d be in some real hot doo-doo right now Jacob! But, you’ve always been straight with me before. Just come back

by the end of my game ok? Buddy Hoss can't stand no cheating!”

 

“There be no more troubles. Promise mon.”

 

Buddy clears a spot on the table and lays down a mound of coke. He sorts it into three rough lines with his finger. He rolls his index

finger around in his mouth and gives Jacob an approving nod. Buddy then leans over the top of the table. Snort. SNORT. SNORT!

 

“Oh yeah!” Buddy exclaims. He jumps up from the booth with blood-shot eyes. “Who’s got pocket ace’s?

 

“You do,” Jacob says.

 

“Who’s got pocket aces?”

 

“You do Buddy,” says Vinny.

 

“Yee-haw! I’m ‘the Magician’ and I’m gona make your chips dissapear!” Buddy shakes both Big Jacob’s and Vinny’s hand vigorously.

He then quickly walks back upstairs to the card room. Presumably to take another gambler’s money.

 

“Eye, Jacob need to get back to work. Can you take I and I back to Beach View?”

 

“Why not?” The two get up from the booth and leave the bar. “What’s going on here Jacob?”

 

“It’s a gambler’s paradise Vincent. You can bet on the Jai Alai, you can do cards, dere even be horse racing on de ‘elevision”

 

The two walk past the cheering crowds and back into the lobby. As Big Jacob said there are many legal types of gambling here in

Vice City. However they are confined to a few Jai Alai clubs in Vice City and Vesuvius. You are now allowed in the Vice City Jai Alai Club!

Vinny can now gamble his money away, and even win big in the process. You can gamble on Jai Alai, and if you hang around the club long

enough, you could join one of the teams. There is also Horse Racing. Various odds depend on the horse, given your luck you could win big.

The poker room is upstairs, try your luck at Texas-Hold-Em’. Play good enough to be invited to the high-roller table. There are many legal

(and non-legal) clubs in Vice, try your hand at them all.

 

Jacob leads Vinny outside and they hop into the muscle car. Vinny peels out and heads back unto the highway. He heads back

the way he came, back to the Beach View. Along the way Jacob starts up the spliff again.

 

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The muscle car pulls up to the parking lot behind the Beach View. Jacob shows Vinny a prime parking spot right up front.

This will be his save spot for now on, Vinny can store up to two cars here at a time. Any damage to the car will be repaired

as well.

 

“I and I could use some muscle Vincent, come see me ‘omorrow.”

 

“Sure thing,” Vinny says. “I could use the rest.”

 

The two shake hands and part ways.

 

Vinny walks back inside the Beach View. The Champ's room is several floors up, and can be accessed by either

the elevator or the stairwell. Once Vinny gets to his room he notices the view. A star filled sky hovers over the

crashing waves on the beach. Some of the options Vinny has in his safe-house are a change of clothes, a telephone,

and the T.V. The 'Champ' can choose between as many as three separate channels. However Vinny crashes on the

bed, it’s been a long day in Vice City.

 

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Holiday Rush

 

 

Vinny wakes up in his hotel room several hours later. It’s mid-morning as the sun shines in brightly

from the glass doors. Vinny slides the door open and walks out unto the patio. A stiff warm breeze

hits the Champ’s face as he looks out on Vice Point beach. From several floors up he can see the people

playing in the surf and sand below.

 

The Champ walks back inside the room and closes the door. From his room, Vinny has several clothing

options. However Vinny has not yet purchased any clothes, so he continues to wear his same tacky

blue-and-black beach shirt. Vinny does have the option to take a shower; this will influence how people

react to you. Vinny doesn’t always have to shower, but it is advised if you meet important people or go

to the club. Girls don’t want to talk to a guy who looks like he just came from the swamp!

 

After several minutes Vinny walks into the lobby of the Beach View Plaza. The desk clerk waves Vinny

over, he has several messages for the Champ. Some missions can be accepted from the desk at your

hotel, others take place at specific locations. Vinny notices an urgent message from Big Jacob and

accepts it. Once you accept a mission the target location appears on your map.

 

The desk clerk hands Vinny the message. It reads:

Ire Vincent!

 

Meet me round back, hustle now mon!

 

-BJ

Vinny crimples up the note and tosses it into the trash. He walks out the back door of the Plaza, heading

for the parking garage. Across the alleyway, the front of Big Jacob’s shack is marked with a red X.

Vinny walks up to it and opens the door.

 

Inside, Jacob is making a mess of the place. He is busy digging through drawers, throwing books and

papers everywhere. Vinny ducks as a stapler flies by his face. He looks over at Jacob. “Oh, fugazi! What’s

going here?”

 

“Ras,” Jacob replies from under the desk. “Mi lucky four-leaf-clover, it’s missing! I and I can no go to

dis meet wit out it mon. No way bad voodoo!”

 

“Common,” the Champ responds. “All this for a silly clover? You’re more stoned than I thought Jacob.”

 

“Eye, you no understand. Jacob got dis special, from a real Irishman.” Jacob pops his head up from

under the counter. “He say it bring I and I luck. Keep away de bad spirit’s mon.”

 

“I think the only thing it’s keeping away is common sense. Now common Jacob, you said this was important.”

 

“Cha! It’s real important mon, real important.” Jacob throws his hands up in the air. “You now me

new good luck charm, common let’s go!” Jacob leads Vinny out of the shack. He pushes Vinny out of

the door and locks it behind.

 

The two casually walk up the ramp to the first floor of the parking garage. This is where Vinny’s special

Hurst Olds is parked. Both of them enter the vehicle, and Vinny starts the engine. He peels out of the lot

and down the ramp.

 

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“Where are we going now?”

 

“Right mon, turn left up ‘ere. We be on a mission from Jah! Praise em, most ‘igh.”

 

Vinny turns left at the drive, ignoring the traffic. An angry tourist honks his horn and gives Vinny the

finger out the window of his car. “What’s that now?”

 

“Cha, preacher mon give no talk wit out de holy powder. Jacob go help him out now an you help, sen?”

 

“I don’t have to beat him up do I?”

 

“No, no, mon you go help I and I by karma. Vice City be a ‘ough place Vincent, ‘en Jacob need

protection sen?” Jacob turns to Vinny as he dives down the road. “Mon like you do well by helpin’

I and I out.”

 

“What ever you say, I need money Jacob.”

 

“Eye, got money for you Vincent, jus be helping me with dis.”

 

“Sure, ok, what’s the plan?”

 

“We be goin to de Vice Point Mall, ya?” Jacob tells Vinny, pointing out the mall off in the distance. “We

get dere and say ‘ello to my little friend, Jose. He be ‘aving de best packages in Vice City mon. Jus need

you to be mi good luck mon. You need be look tough, an need be, drive fast.”

 

“Hey,” Vinny responds. “You’re talking to the muscle car champion, past two years running my friend.

Vice ain’t got nothing’ on Liberty City driving!”

 

“Right, just get us dere mon!”

 

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Vinny and Big Jacob continue down the road until they reach the Vice Point Mall. The place is packed with

Christmas shoppers. Vinny pulls the car into the back lot, the only open spot. After a moment Jose arrives

in a red van. Jacob gets out of the car; he and Jose walk to the back of the van. As Vinny waits, he looks

around cautiously while Jacob does the deal.

 

Suddenly, all sorts of police cars come screaming in. Sirens wailing, they surround the red van. Big Jacob

comes running around the back, towards Vinny’s waiting car. Vinny puts the car in gear just as several more

police cars swoop in. “Hurry up!”

 

“Go mon, go!” Jacob yells, just as he closes the passenger side door. “It’s Babylon, let’s get out of ‘ere.”

 

The vehicle jumps from a standstill and screeches down the parking lot. Two policemen, who’ve surrounded

the car, jump out of the way. Vinny gets away from the heat, but another police car is on his tail. He sends

the car hurling towards the nearest exit.

 

When the car reaches the intersection another police car pulls out in front. Vinny slams on the brakes,

sending the car sideways. He narrowly misses the car blocking his way and heads back into the Vice Point

Mall parking lot. The trailing police car spins around as well and follows them back through the busy lot.

 

“We need to get back on the expressway,” Vinny says to Jacob. “I can loose them there.”

 

The police chase the car round and round the parking lot. They try to avoid angry shoppers trying to get

a good parking spot. Vinny narrowly misses an old lady carrying a stack of wrapped gifts.

 

“Tis’ don’t look like no expressway to me mon!” Jacob yells. He hangs on to the handhold as they go around

another row of parked cars. Looking back he spots the police following closely behind. “We no loose dem like

dis.”

 

“Hey, no need to be yelling over there pal.”

 

“Cha! First I and I loose mi good luck, now Jacob be chased by Babylon.” Vinny takes a hard corner again.

“What you want now?”

 

“Don’t be so down on yourself big guy.” Vinny takes a hard corner, narrowly missing another shopper.

“How about finding a way out of here?”

 

“Only way out of ‘ere be on de oder side mon,” Jacob tells Vinny. “But de don got dat road blocked off,

ya hear?”

 

“Well,” Vinny spins around the parking a third time. “You’re not being very helpful Jacob.”

 

“What cha gonna do mon, walk through the front door?”

 

Vinny smiles to himself, “Why not?” He sounds the horn and presses the gas at the same time. The glass front

door of the Vice Point Mall is marked with a red X. Vinny heads right for it; with three police cars in tow.

 

CRASH

 

Holiday shoppers jump left and right, away from the speeding cars. The polished floor provides little traction

and Vinny slides the car into the front of a jewelry store. He spins out as the police cars crash in from behind.

The car hurls towards several holiday displays, knocking them two and fro. Vinny lays into the horn and the

crowds of people scatter. The police cars follow Vinny as he heads to the north end of the mall.

 

“Common people, get out of my way!” Vinny yells out the window.

 

“Hey look, de opened a new Binco!” Jacob responds as it rushes past the side window.

 

“Yeah, they have lot’s of open space in this mall.”

 

Vinny smashes through a kiosk selling trinkets. The police car behind him absorbs the debris and crashes into

a toy store. The policemen get out of the car and shake their heads. There are still two cop cars remaining in

hot pursuit.

 

“The food court has a burger shot and a cluckin’ bell.” Jacob tells Vinny as it passes by. “Dat be Jacob’s favorite

spot mon.”

 

“Hey look,” Vinny points out. “Hot-pants and haircuts.”

 

“Ya, dis mall have everyt’ing.”

 

The car slides out of control again and smashes into another storefront. Vinny spins out again, missing the

police cars by inches. One car is able to follow Vinny still, but the other car is stuck. The two police officers

get out and look over their wrecked vehicle.

 

Vinny spots the other entrance at the north end of the mall. He floors it, honking all of the way. The holiday

crowds scatter as the two cars head in their direction. It’s now a race to the exit.

 

The muscle car barrels down the mall at top speed. Vinny misses a water fountain by inches, but the last

police car does not. It hits the concrete fountain and rolls over onto its roof. The car spins around to a slow

stop. The two police officers climb out and shake their fists at Vinny’s rapidly departing car.

 

Vinny slams the car through the northern entrance, sending broken glass everywhere. He hits the parking lot

at full steam and heads towards the nearest exit. You must now evade the police pursuit by remaining

undetected. Vinny can also head away from the search radius around the mall. After a few moments, Jacob

and Vinny are out of trouble.

 

“Dat was close mon,” Jacob says, sinking down in his seat.

 

“What happened back there?”

 

“Don’t know mon, dat be some bad voodoo.”

 

“Right, well I can’t get caught. There are certain people that I don’t want to know where I’m at.”

 

“Cha mon, no worries. We be in Jah hands now.” Jacob laughs and lights up a spliff. “Head down dis way,

we be ’eading to da preacher mon.”

 

Vinny speeds down the road and spots the church on his left. He slows down and pulls in. In the back is a

well-dressed man waving them over. Vinny pulls the car along side and the two get out.

 

“Praise Jesus,” the man greets them “The good Sheppard has brought the two of you here.”

 

“Twas a long journey reverend,” Jacob tells him. “But I and I be ‘ere now.” He hands the man a package out

of his gym bag. “Dere you go mon.”

 

“And the congregation thanks you son.” The man hands Jacob a bundle of cash.

 

“How exactly,” Vinny asks. “Does the congregation benefit father?”

 

“Reverend,” the man replies. “Reverend G Goodson. They benefit by hearing my glorious sermons each

and every other day except holidays and birthdays.”

 

“Right mon, we be goin’ now, call Jacob soon now.” He tugs Vinny along as he heads back to the car. The

reverend heads back inside as well. “Rasclot, don’t be scaring away mi customers mon.”

 

“Yeah, sorry.” Vinny reples. “I just don’t like hypocrites.” They both enter the car and speed off. Jacob points

Vinny the way back home. You need to take him back to the Ocean View.

 

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The mission ends when you drop Jacob back off at the parking garage. If you need to Vinny can drop off the

car for any repairs. Vinny can also hide the car here if the police don’t spot him driving in. Jacob shakes Vinny’s

hand, gets out of the car, and tosses him some cash.

 

“Dere you go mon, tanks for your help back dere.”

 

“No problem, I needed to do some shopping anyways.”

 

Jacob laughs. “Cha mon, if you need some threads just head to this shop ‘round the corner ‘ere. De got dem

suits for the top don.” Jacob smiles and heads back inside.

 

With the sun setting Vinny decides to park the car. He pulls into the marked spot, turns of the engine, and

gets out. He walks down the ally towards the clothing shop. This might be a good time to check out some of

the famed Vice City nightlife.

 

 

 

(cont...)

Edited December 25, 2010 by Spaghetti Cat

[Ziggy455]

Okay well erm, that's alot there.

 

Giving this a brief read I can tell you punctuation is good, however you seriously need:

 

 

Spaces

 

Spaces

 

SPACES!!

 

A story cannot flow on this forum without breathing space. Space out each dialogued line or look for an exit point and created paragraphs. Remember them? You can use 'em to space out large chunks of writing. Just find a suitable place to put a full stop and double click the enter button. All in all, keep up the persistence, writer.

[Spaghetti Cat]

Thank you, some good points there. The spacing has bothered me for a while.

 

Just as a FYI this was originally done in WORD and then copied & pasted into the forums. I had all of the right indentions but the forums don't read it for some reason. It's funny because a paragraph in WORD is like a sentence here because of the margins, something I'll have to work with I guess. Anyways, I'll give it a shot to try and space things out. Hate to have a wall of text, so thanks for all those who've tried.

 

 

 

EDIT: Fixed!!!

Edited November 5, 2010 by Spaghetti Cat

[Spaghetti Cat]

Updated with a new mission story.

 

Thanks to all those who've viewed. Comments and suggestions welcome.

 

Merry Christmas

[Sanjeem]

I rather like what i have read so far, only first chapter but i am no English teacher and not the best on judging how a good story works, but i can tell you from being of Italian descent "Punta" which i know you think means bitch doesn't it's "Putana"

[Spaghetti Cat]

Figured I'd continue in a new post rather than cluttering up the post up top. BTW thanks sanjeem, I'm not a yankee, much less an Italian, that will help. Sorry I didn't get back to you earlier.

 

and now, the continuation of Return to Vice...

 

 

 

 

Legal Briefs

 

 

Vinny opens the back door of the Ocean View Plaza. He walks into the lobby; it is bustling

with new arrivals to the hotel. Behind the front desk, Vinny notices one of the clerks

waving him over. Apparently there is a message waiting.

 

“Mister Vincent, I have something for you,” the clerk says.

 

“What is it?” Vinny asks as he walks up to the desk.

 

“Boss wanted me to give you this note.”

 

Vinny takes the paper note from the desk clerk. “Thanks kid,” he says. Vinny opens up

the folded paper and begins to read:

 

Champ,

 

Let’s have some drinks, I’ll be at the bar.

You should come meet a friend of mine.

Ask the clerk for directions.

 

-Ryan

Vinny folds up the paper and throws it in the trash. “Hey kid, where’s the

bar at?” he asks.

 

“Head down that hallway,” the clerk points to Vinny’s right. “Past the souvenir

shop, can’t miss it.”

 

Vinny thanks the clerk and heads down the walkway. As he passes by, Vinny

casually glances at the trinkets being sold at the souvenir shop. A tie-die shirt sells

for $4 behind the glass window. Vinny passes it all by and heads towards the bar.

 

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The dimly lit establishment is bustling with late-night business. Vinny spots Ryan at

the bar and heads over, casually walking past several dancers. In the background,

a singer croons a crowd of older women. His music provides a subtle mood for the bar.

 

“Hey there he is,” Ryan says when he spots Vinny. “This is the guy I was telling you about,”

he says to his companion at the bar. “He’s a real champ!”

 

The mystery man leans over. “Ryan here was telling me about your former boxing days,”

he says to Vinny. “Richard Cox,” he extends his hand to Vinny. “Attorney at Law.”

 

“Pleasure,” Vinny says. The two shake hands.

 

“You’ve probably seen their commercials on TV,” Ryan says. “Cox & Burns: No case is to big or small.”

 

“Yeah,” the attorney laughs. “We’ve got a lot of play out of that one.”

 

“So what were you up to tonight Champ?” Ryan asks.

 

“I don’t know,” Vinny replies. “Thought I’d head out to a club or something. Have some fun, the

night is young.”

 

“What,” Ryan responds. “Like that? No, you need some better clothes than that! These are

Vice City girls, not some an Alderney tramp.”

 

“Oh! Who you talkin’ to here?” Vinny asks Ryan, which shuts him up. “I was just going to get a

new suit. Your friend, Big Jacob, told me about this place down the way.”

 

“Persuis?” The attorney asks. “That will cost you a pretty penny.”

 

“Is that so?” Vinny replies.

 

“How would you like to earn a little bit of cash for your clothes shopping?” Mr. Cox asks. “You

could help me out with this little problem I’m having at the moment. It could use your, how do

I say this, professionalism.”

 

“What kind of problem?”

 

“Oh nothing too big, for a man of your talents. Ryan was telling me about your somewhat forceful

way with people who would be deserving.” The attorney writes down an address on a bar napkin.

“There’s this foreman on a jury, he’s deliberating a complex case. The defendant in this case is

troubled, but means well.” He hands Vinny the napkin with the address on it. “You should convince

him to find this poor soul not guilty. Can you do that for me?”

 

“That’s my bread and butter,” Vinny tells the lawyer.

 

“Good,” Mr. Cox hands Vinny some cash. “Take this and go down to Tim’s Tool Shack,

it’s over on Columbus Street. You should find some nice accessories there. Call me when you’ve

changed the foreman’s mind.”

 

Vinny looks over the note, folds it up, and places it in his pocket. “Nothing to it,” he tells the two

before heading out of the bar. Vinny walks back into the lobby of the Ocean View Plaza.

He has a few options:

 

First, he could use the custom rental Jacob gave you. The car is parked around back in the car park.

Vinny can also call a cab and ride to the destination. You can have a desk clerk call for a cab to

pick you up at the front entrance, or Vinny can just walk outside and find a cab for himself.

 

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In this case Vinny chooses to drive there himself. Vinny walks out the back entrance towards the car park.

He heads up the ramp to the first level and spots the Hurst Olds in the parking spot. Vinny hops in and

fires the beast up. Peeling out of the car lot, Vinny can also choose to have Big Jacob ride along as backup.

While on a mission, Big Jacob can pick you up in the car if you exit the vehicle or are on foot.

 

There is a green circle in-front of the car lot shack. Stop the car here if you want Big Jacob to ride along.

Vinny honks the horn and Jacob comes running out. He yells at someone in the shack to take over.

 

“Cha’ mon, dere must be someting big oin’ on.”

 

“Yeah, I’m going to need some help. You might have to pull me out of some risky business.

Can you handle the wheels for me when I call?” Vinny asks. He pulls out some cash for Big Jacob.

“I can make it worth your while.”

 

“No mon, you no need to give I and I any you money.” Jacob tells him. “You done help Jacob out

enough already. Jus’ tell me when and where ya?”

 

“Thanks. It’s this guy; I need to change his mind about something. You just need to stay with

the car and come get me if I need it. But first,” Vinny peels the car out of the parking lot. “I need

to get some hardware.”

 

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After sometime Vinny and Big Jacob arrive at Tim’s Tool Shed. Vinny leaves Big Jacob in the car

and runs inside. He opens the door to the store; a clerk greets him from behind the counter.

 

“What can I do you for partner?” the clerk asks

 

Vinny walks up to the counter. “I’m looking for something big and intimidating,” He replies.

 

“Oh, pesky neighbors eh? Well ol’ Tim has you covered partner.” The clerk reaches below the

counter and pulls out a big honkin’ chainsaw. “This ought to wake em’ up; nothing like cuttin’ timber

first thing in the morning. That’ll show em’ who’s the king of the block.”

 

Vinny hands the man some cash in exchange for the chainsaw. “Thanks,” he says with a smile before

heading back outside.

 

“Come back soon partner,” the clerk tells him from the background.

 

After closing the door, Vinny heads back over to the waiting car. You now have access to the

‘Tim’s Tool shed’ store. Come back to shop for various hand-held weapons. For now though,

the chainsaw will do.

 

Vinny hops in the car. “Got what I came for,” he says. Vinny puts the car into gear and speeds off.

 

Jacob looks at the chainsaw in the backseat. “Got some trimmin’ to do mon?”

 

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” Vinny tells him. “Just want give this guy a message.

That chainsaw’s going to make sure he understands me.”

 

“He better listen ‘den”

 

“For his sake.”

 

After traveling for several moments Vinny turns the corner and slows down. He spots the foreman’s

house up ahead. It looks like someone is home, the lights are on, and there is a car in the driveway.

Vinny pulls the car to a stop across the street from the foreman’s house.

 

He turns to Jacob. “Ok. I’m going to head over there. Stay right here, unless you hear me

yelling for you.”

 

“Jus’ like we plan mon”

 

Vinny takes the chainsaw out of the backseat. He walks across the empty street, towards the foreman’s

house. Vinny notices something isn’t right when he reaches the front door. There is no one inside.

 

That’s when the garage door opens up. The foreman caries out a full can of trash. Vinny turns to him

with the chainsaw. The foreman drops the can of trash and flees into the neighborhood.

 

“Hey get back here,” Vinny yells. He takes off running after him with the chainsaw.

 

“Get away from me you maniac,” the man screams.

 

Vinny chases him down the sidewalk. The foreman pushes several people aside. When the Christmas

carolers see Vinny they start running too. Soon, a whole group of people are fleeing from Vinny.

 

After several tense moments Vinny finally catches up with the foreman when he trips over a fake snowman.

The man turns around to face Vinny. He screams out in terror. “What ever you say, just don’t kill me.

I have a wife and kids. And sometime I sleep with the secretary at work.”

 

“I don’t care about that,” Vinny says. “You just don’t want to find any one guilty. Catch my drift?”

 

“What, that trial? Hell, whatever you say guy. I don’t care…I’ll do it…yeah.”

 

“Get out of here,” he tells the foreman. Vinny whistles for Big Jacob. The car comes rumbling

down the street and screeches to a halt next to Vinny. Jacob slides over and Vinny jumps into

the driver’s seat. “Let’s go.”

 

The car speeds off down the street. Vinny takes Jacob back to the Ocean View and drops him

off at the car park. He leaves the car in the marked spot and heads inside the hotel. Once inside,

Vinny uses the complimentary phone at the reception desk. You can also use the pay phones outside

for $1.

 

Vinny selects the phone number for the lawyer from his black book. He dials the number and waits

while it rings. “Hello. Mr. Cox? I have some good news. Our friend is on our side now.”

 

“Marvelous. I’ve instructed Ryan to leave you some cash at the front desk. Hopefully it hasn’t gone up

his nose already. Why don’t you get a nice suit from Persuis and join me for a party. Do you know

where the harbor is?”

 

“I think so…”

 

“Good, come on down. There are some people I’d like you to meet.”

 

“Great, I’ll see you soon.” Vinny hangs up the phone and heads outside.

 

 

(To be Continued...)