The Journal of Victor Vance: His Last Thoughts

[Steezy.]

[uh hello, this is my first time at ever really posting up something I've written before. Well, before you read, I'd first like to describe what exactly this is. For all you fans of GTA VCS, this is a journal containing entries written by none other than Victor Vance himself. It describes the events that transpired during 1985,one year before the events of VC (And Vic's death). The Vance brothers are lying low out of the country, finding means of making money up until a certain event. This journal not only tells what's going on, but also what Vic's thoughts and feelings are. It shows his sudden transformation from being a muscular, serious, anti drug "hero" to a fat, carefree, pro drug crook. This journal will add closure to many aspects in GTA VCS: Victor Vance, his brother Lance, how they grew up together and what their back story is prior to the game, the Vance crime family and certain key members, why there's no trace of any of them when Tommy gets there, Pete Vance, Poppa Vance, why they came back to Vice City, and a lot more other things. This is what I consider as my head canon and I would like to share it with you all. Most of this writing is going to consist of dialogue, Vic ranting, thinking, reminiscing, expressing. All of this is to give closure and serves as a link between the two games. So without further ado let's get started... ]

 

 

Panama, 1985

 

Entry 1:

 

I have decided to buy a book to write my thoughts in, a journal of sorts. I don't really have anyone to talk to, and my pathetic excuse of a brother is not much help either. Now... where to begin? Well, after that whole mess with that asshole Martinez and the Mendez brothers, Lance and I had to leave Vice City and lay low. The DEA and the Feds had caught wind of what happened and soon after they started coming down on us. I told Bishop, my lieutenant, to close down all of the operations we had in VC and to disband the gang, that way no one would get caught or killed. Now it's just me, Lance, and a handful of my most strongest and trusted men, Bishop included. We've established operations out of the country, all the way in a nice farm in Panama. No one will find us. Some time has passed now since then. I paid all of Pete's medical bills, and the last time I spoke to him he was doing a lot better. At least some good came out of all of this. Lance said he found 20 kgs of coke, and now he wants to sell it. Despite what I told his ass, he's still keeping it here, with the rest of our stash. f*ckin' idiot. I can't be too mad at him though. He's family. He and Pete and Aunt Enid's all I got now. And besides, as dumb as Lance is, he has been making us money.

 

..But still, I don't want anything to do with drugs anymore. It causes too much problems. My whole family is ruined because of it.. my mom, God knows where she's at now, is an addict. Lance is a mentally unstable idiot who even now continues to get me into deep sh*t. I got kicked out of the Army and forced to work with assholes. I killed a lot of people... And it's all because of coke. Because of DRUGS! But worse of all.. the worse part of all of this.. I lost Louise.. Louise, she was the only good thing that happened in VC. She helped me through all of this. She practically started my empire and crime syndicate, building upon what that inbred prick of a husband Marty had. If it wasn't for her, I'd have never been able to pay Pete's bills. But most of all she was there for me. I mean yeah, we might've had our ups and downs here and there.. but still. I had feelings for her. I loved her. I wish I'd have spent more time with her. I still can't believe she's gone.. When she died, I felt as if a part of me died too. It's hard to explain.. like all the good in me suddenly perished. Back then, I used to feel bad for commiting crimes. Robbing, fighting, killing.. I used to regret every single thing, despite doing it. But now, now I just don't care anymore. People die everyday. It seems like it's the only way to survive now, especially with a life like mine.

 

But I digress.. Lance is waiting for me to make a move. As much as I just wanna throw out the coke and bid good riddance, it'd be a huge waste of profit for us. I don't know what I want to do yet. I'm just going to sit on it for now. It's not like we have any actual buyers anyways, we're so under the radar right now most people would think we're dead. In the meantime, Bishop is trying to find some other means of making money. At least he understands, or I think he does. He's been looking into the arms trade, figures if we can't sell drugs we can at least sell guns. He's got a point, we're not in the States anymore. There's no Ammu-nations down here. I'll speak to him later on, see what he's up to. Someone's knocking on my door.. it's the cook. I guess dinner is ready. I hope it's something delightful.

 

~ 𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑦 𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑜, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑑í𝑎. ~

Edited May 2, 2017 by Steezy.

[Steezy.]

Entry 2:

 

Wow. For a while I forgot this thing even existed. I must've been drunk, or tipsy at least, when I got it. A journal, really? Sounds like something 10 year old me would do, not now. Well, considering that I managed to find it under all that dust in the basement shelf, I figured I may as well keep writing in it.

 

It's been about a month now, I think. Quite a bit has happened. We've managed to get into the arms trade, but nothing too miraculous. We've just been doing small time deals here and there. Bishop managed to import some guns into the country from San Fierro. He said it was from some naval base or something, and his contact's cousin is a soldier there. Not a very good one, apparently. The guns are in new condition, haven't been touched yet, fresh from the base. Bishop said we can sell them off for about 250,000 Panamanian balboas altogether. The currency here is the same amount in America. I'm going to get ready soon and round up some men so we can sell it to some local gang down in the nearby city. I don't know if they're trustworthy or not, so we're going to be armed and ready for anything. This is our first major deal here and I don't fully know how things work quite yet. The drugs are still being stored. I don't trust Lance so I sent Ron and Lee to look after it instead. If all goes well, maybe I won't have to sell it after all. Speaking of Lance, I can hear his loud ass mouth a mile away. If he comes in and sees me writing in this, he'll never let me hear the end of it.

 

~ Estoy agradecido, que vivo para ver otro día. ~

Edited May 2, 2017 by Steezy.

[Carbonox]

I think the paragraphs could be split a bit, as they give a wall-of-text feel as it stands.

 

Definitely liking the concept though. Vic's massive change between his '84 and '86 selves always bothered me, so seeing someone do a take on it is always nice for me.

[Steezy.]

[Thanks! I fixed it up a bit. I was always bothered by his transition too, which is what mainly inspired me to write this. Please stick around, and recommend it to others if you can. I'm open to criticism and reviews from everyone so feel free to comment every now and then ]

 

Entry 3:

 

Ha ha! The deal was a success! I honestly thought it wasn't going to go well, knowing my sh*tty luck with big deals like that. The guys we sold to, they were columbians. Members of a growing cartel based in Columbia. They were okay guys though, rough looking, but they paid well. Lance seems happy about it, maybe he'll stop bugging me about the drugs.

Tonight we're going to have a small celebration for our first major successful deal here.

 

Despite what I've gone through, one thing I can be happy about is that I'm not poor anymore. I'm living in a nice beautiful compound, with my own farm, my own gang, my own everything! I've got nice suits, nice cars, nice food and drinks..I gotta say, I never had any of this when I was in the army. Better yet, I no longer have to worry about Pete so now I can do whatever I want with my money. The only thing I don't have is Louise.. and sadly I'll never get her back. I wonder what she would say now, if she were here with me? She'd probably be wanting to celebrate too, I bet. Damn I miss her. I'd do anything to bring her back. I wonder how her daughter's been? Right before I left VC I visited her sister to not only break the news to her but give her money for her and the baby. At first she refused to take it. She was distraught hearing about what happened. She blamed me for it, said she knew I was no good from the start. Sometimes I wonder if she was right. I apologized to her in the best way possible, and I left the money with her. I didn't know what else to do, what else to say. I never heard from them since.

 

Phil, on the other hand, is the same as always. I haven't spoken to him since I first came here. He said he planned on opening up an artillery shop up in Little Haiti to expand his arms dealing. I'd trade with him but I don't wanna risk being found out, we're still trying to lay low here. One day I'll call him up, see how he's been.

 

Bishop said he'll overlook the weapons trading business, look for buyers and potential sources, preferably without having to pay anything. I trust him enough to handle it. If Lance weren't around, he'd be my second in command. He's strong, loyal, and he's been with me from the start. He's actually one of my first recruits. Louise.. when I took over Marty's businesses, she had rounded up some guys from around the trailer park to help me out. These guys became my first recruits. Bishop is the only one around now though, all the other guys joined at a later point, mostly guys from DR. They're my best guys, and so far they've done a decent job protecting me and the stash. Tonight we're all gonna relax and try to have a good time, God knows we need one. You know, writing in this thing actually kinda helps. I can collect my thoughts a bit better when I write them out. It's almost like therapy.

 

~ 𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑦 𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑜, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑑í𝑎. ~

Edited May 2, 2017 by Steezy.

[Steezy.]

Entry 4:

 

Man, last night was crazy! Most of it is a blur to me now, but I can vividly remember Lance dancing his ass off with some Haitian woman. Ah, that's right.. Lance brought over a bunch of women from the city, said it wouldn't be a party without them. He brought some coke too, but it wasn't from the stash. I was pissed at first, but the next thing I knew music was playing and everyone was having a good time. I didn't take any coke though. I did have a few drinks..my head hurts like hell. I woke up on the dining room table for some reason. The place is a total mess, it almost looks as if more than just a party happened here.. wait a minute... Now I remember!

 

A few hours into the party, some guys pulled up, Haitians too I think. They tried to pick a fight with Lance, saying he stole their coke and one of the guys' girl. Next thing I knew Ron and Lee come out of nowhere and everybody is beating the hell out of each other. I jumped in too, knocked a few out myself. I learned a lot of skills in the army, especially in hand to hand combat. I remember one of the Haitians saying something along the lines of "f*ck this, I'm outta here!" and then they all started running out the house. Bishop came downstairs with a shotgun, didn't even say a word. Lance and a few guys went after them. After that everything else became a blur again, and now here I am sitting on the dining table writing in a book. I haven't seen a trace of Lance yet, but Lee is passed out on the floor still and I can hear Bishop in the other room talking on the phone. Just who the hell were those assholes anyway? I know one thing, when I find Lance I'm gonna kick his ass so hard he'd wish those Haitians did it instead. He's always getting us into trouble, even now when I explicitly stated that I want us to be low key and unheard of. He's a damn fool, I don't know how we're related.

 

Ever since we were kids he was always getting into sh*t, and I'd almost ALWAYS have to pull him out of it. I mean, times were tough back then for us. We were both born and raised in the ghetto slums of Capital City. Our pops was a good man, he wasn't perfect, but I looked up to him. He was a soldier, just like I was. He didn't like being one, but he did what he had to do to put food on the table for us. Unfortunately he passed away when we were little, he was killed in action. Our mother, even back then, was a total f*ck up. All she cared about was getting high and meeting other men. She got worse once she found out about what happened to dad. Eventually our Aunt, Enid, had to take us in. She lived close by, in a better neighborhood but still in the ghetto. I always tried to do what was best as a kid. I got good grades, I payed attention, I even did a bit of work after school to help get some money for us. Pete was just a baby back then. Lance, on the other hand was doing the opposite; Getting into fights, hanging around older kids, he never paid attention in school either. I'd always have to break him out of fights, which usually would end up with me kicking their asses and taking the blame for what Lance started. It wasn't a good look for me, but what else could I have done? He's my brother, I couldn't let him get into trouble like that. When we got in high school, it only got worse. Lance started hanging around a bad crowd, smoking and drinking like he was some kind of gangster. He started doing all kinds of stupid sh*t, graffiti, vandalism, mugging and pickpocketing people. He spent almost every day in the principal's office, and almost every night in the local precent. Meanwhile I had a part time job at this grocery store around the block.

 

One day Lance stumbles in out of nowhere and jumps behind the counter, hiding. I asked him what the hell was he doing, and he said a mean group of guys were after him. He didn't say why. Shortly after, about 5 men in leather jackets comes in the store, each one had green paint all over their slicked back hair. "WHERE THE f*ck IS THAT COCKROACH?!?" the biggest one yelled out. I tell them off, acting as if I don't know what they're talking about. They didn't believe me, somehow they knew I was his brother. One of them flips out a switchblade and asks me again where Lance is. Next thing I knew Lance jumps out and throws a can of spray at him yelling "Right here!". I hop over the counter too, and we start fighting. Me and Lance won, and we kicked their asses out of the store. Lance threw one of them through one of the front display windows, breaking the glass and causing a huge pile of mess. I was pissed. Lance thought it was a funny idea to prank the nearby greaseball thugs by spray painting all over their hair from above. When then found him, he said that they'd better back off, otherwise he'd get his brother to kick their asses. Later that day the owner of the store came, and needless to say he wasn't amused either. Long story short I lost my job and we had yet another debt to pay. It never ended with Lance either, and I never stopped looking after him. I couldn't. I was the man of the family now, I had to look after Lance and Pete no matter what happened, its been that way since our pops passed away.

 

When we graduated, I took up college while trying to keep a decent paying job. Lance was selling weed and stealing car radios. He was in and out of jail. Aunt Enid called him a lost cause, she had no control over him. Pete had just started high school, he was a good kid. Quiet, but smart. I can tell he tried to follow my footsteps. A few years later, Pete had a bad asthma attack. He's had asthma since he was a kid, but it was never this bad. He couldn't breathe at all, he damn near died on the way to the hospital. After that, he was pretty much stuck to the medical bed. The doctors had to take extra care of him. They charged us a fortune,and eventually they stopped giving him the medicine he needed because we couldn't afford it. We were still pretty poor at that time, there was no way we'd be able to pay the bills. Lance started doing more crimes to make quick cash, but it wasn't good enough. I needed money, a lot of it. The next thing I knew I was signing up for the Army just like my dad. They were in need of soldiers, and I was already a pretty strong figure. So I figured why the hell not? It's better than living a life of crime. Now here I am, still getting into sh*t with my dumbass brother Lance. It never ends. Most of the guys are up now, but Lance still ain't around. f*ck him. I gotta get this sh*t cleaned up. This place is a mess.

 

~ 𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑦 𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑜, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑑í𝑎. ~

[Carbonox]

Ouch, poor Vic. He obviously means good, but doesn't seem to realize that Lance never learned his lesson when he was always there to bail him out.

 

And now in the adult world, it's too late to let him fend for himself when the risks include loss of life. Fun times coming up.

[Steezy.]

Entry 5:

 

It turns out those Haitians Lance pissed off the other week were apart of some gang. They came to Panama to sell their drugs and have a bit of fun. Now they're bent on ripping our heads off. Apparently the coke Lance stole was supposed to provide them the money to establish some kind of footing over in Vice City. Small world, huh? We learned all of this from the girl Lance was with at the party. I guess she didn't like them too much. Ron just came about a half hour ago saying that the word on the street is the Haitians are armed and preparing for war. Great, just what we needed. More f*cking attention. These guys are going to come by and we're going to shoot them down. Then what? The policia here are going to investigate and then we'll be found out. There's gotta be some way to end this without it getting traced back to us. Bishop said he can set up a trap that'll destroy the Haitians without us having to even look at them. The problem is that he needs time, which we don't have. And someone to lure them to the trap instead of our compound. Lance will be the lure. Me, Ron, and Lee are going to disguise ourselves with masks and destroy some of their vehicles, creating a diversion that'll hopefully be more than enough time for Bishop to do whatever it is he needs to do. Panama City is packed with gangs, any one of them could be blamed for messing with the Haitians, whom are outsiders. Esther, the girl, knows where we can find them. Allow me to repeat myself on the fact that we're going to dress ourselves so that no one can see our faces and identities, that way no one will link us back to our compound. It'll just be another random crime in Panama City, with no one knowing what really happened..

[Steezy.]

While Vic and the guys take care of their "issue" I figured I'd put up some pics so you could get a better idea of things.

 

 

Bishop, Vance Crime Family's lieutenant, 3rd in charge just under Lance. Considered as Vic's right hand man. He was briefly featured in the mission 'To Victor, the Spoils' as one of the guys Louise tells Vic to recruit.

 

 

 

Ron A. Muck, one of Vance Crime Family's enforcers. His reliability is useful to both Vic and Lance. Was briefly featured in the beginning of the mission "Domo Arigato Domesteboto" where he speaks to Vic in regards to the high tech equipment Lance ordered.

 

 

 

Lee Vitout, one of Vance Crime Family's enforcers. He isn't the brightest of the bunch, but he's loyal and his skills with guns are among the best of the gang.

 

 

 

This is how I'd imagine the Vance compound would look, except with palm trees instead and with the addition of a farm and a gate surrounding the area, and maybe some stairs that would lead to the entrance. It is heavily guarded by Vic's men and it's big enough to house everyone there. There are multiple cars parked around the house, including Lance's Infernus. In addition to the gang there is a cook, and part time farmers working there as well. It is located in the far countryside on the outskirts of Panama City, about 20 minutes away. Under the house is a hidden basement, containing the money, drugs, and weapons stash, and is the most protected part of the compound.

 

 

Panama City. I try not to include real life names and locations here but the city itself exists. Since this is the GTA counterpart, Panama City is overrun with all kinds of different gangs and the drugs trade is booming. On the surface, the city is a paradise, much like Vice City. The police are more like a militia, and will shoot first rather than arrest. The biggest bank in Panama is also here, meaning there's money coming in and out all over the city. Before the Vance gang arrived, weapons were very hard to come by.

 

 

 

As you can see, the beautiful Panama City has it's ghettos too.

 

 

 

Capital City, where Vic and Lance grew up at. For those who don't know, this city is the setting for another R* title called 'State of Emergency'. It was only mentioned in GTA IV, however. It is implied to be the counterpart of Washington D.C. Capital City is a metropolis similar to Liberty City with big corporation buildings and huge indoor malls. Gangs are prominent, but the crime rates aren't as bad compared to Liberty City. The events of 'State of Emergency' have yet to happen (2023-2027),which means the city is a lot more peaceful than what the image below shows.

 

 

Annnnnd that's it for now! Hope the pictures help a bit.

[Steezy.]

Entry 5 (cont.):

 

The plan worked! Those Haitians never seen it coming. Esther took us to a Haitian bar that the gang hung out at. We destroyed their Voodoos with molotovs and it halted their plans. We even killed a few of them on the way out of the parking lot. Lance got their attention fast just by driving around the motel they were staying in. It was just enough time for Bishop to plant C4 charges around the abandoned cathedral all the way at the south end part of the city, far away from here. They took the bait and right when they arrived the bombs detonated and they all got annihilated. The news reports claim it was just another gang war from the many gangs in the city. No trace of us at all. It's a huge relief, really. Now we can get back to business. Esther is still hanging around, she seems to really be into Lance, I don't know what she sees in him. She said that those guys were just a minor group from a bigger gang down in Haiti, and that they'll eventually find their way to settle in Vice City, their leader is there already. It doesn't matter to me though. I'm done with Vice City. I'm sure Umberto Robina and his guys can handle them, they were the only other gang that had a foothold there aside from mine when I left. Bishop found a shipment of guns the Haitians were planning to use on us. He's going to sell them, buy a shipment from some Chinese gangsters offshore, and sell it to some Italians for a higher price. Lance heard something about a helicopter containing a large shipment of ammunitions and grenades, apparently being sent to Russia. Meanwhile, Lee went to the city to hear if any of the gangs there had any weapons coming in or out. Things are going to be pretty busy for us. I might not write in this thing for a while..

 

~ Estoy agradecido, que vivo para ver otro día. ~

[Steezy.]

Entry 6:

 

It's been three months since I wrote in this thing. Business has been successful! After that whole thing with the Haitians, the bar they hung out at closed down. The owner got ran out of town for apparently being involved with them, but mainly for being Haitian. Whether or not he actually was tied to them was never proven.. Not that I give a sh*t. I made Ron open up a new bar. A nice, classy, Dominican place. Unbeknownst to most of the patrons there, it's a front for our newly established arms dealing business. Panama City is full of all kinds of gangs, cartels, and criminal organizations, and now they all come to us to buy guns and other things people can't buy anywhere else. We're still low key though, it's all under Bishop's name. I tell him what to do, and he takes it from there. No one can trace it back to me or Lance.

 

Speaking of Lance, he bought himself a new Infernus yesterday. It looks exactly like the old one he had. White and clean. He always had a good taste in cars, but not so much for his clothes. Like that damn orange floral shirt he bought me. That thing is an eyesore. Eh, maybe one day I'll wear it.. gonna need some nice pants to match though.

 

So we've been doing well. Better than well. We're floating in cash right now, and the yayo is still being kept in a safe place. That sh*t doesn't expire, does it? Bah, who cares. If I even do sell it, I'm sure I'll be gone before the buyer even finds out. Lance and the guys said I've been getting a bit... wider. I mean yeah, I guess I've been eating more lately.. but I wouldn't call myself FAT! The food here is just... magnífico! Panama cuisine is to die for! King Knuts and Well Stacked Pizza Co. is nothing compared to what they have here. I guess it's all part of the rich lifestyle! We've been having parties and celebrations more often. But I gotta be careful. The people here don't know who we are, and I intend to keep it that way. So long as Lance doesn't screw up. Lately he's been caught up with that girl, Esther. He said she's the best he's ever had. I'll admit she's something. I don't want her to get too involved though. She knows of our "business" , and that's a risk. But for now, she's welcome around the compound grounds. I had Lee bolster up our defenses a bit, especially where our stash is. With all the weapons we've been getting, I made sure my men had the best guns and armor. Things really are coming along well here, maybe we can stay here permanently, and I can finally settle down. Maybe life isn't so bad after all...

 

~ 𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑦 𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑜, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑑í𝑎. ~

[Lemoyne outlaw]

wow this is awesome!! you have a good story here. i loved vic he is one of my favorite protagonists. and vice city stories is one of my favorite gta storys. better then the original vice city in my opinion. its great to see vic and lance get some love. please keep it up.

[Steezy.]

Entry 7:

 

I spoke to Aunt Enid over the phone earlier today. She's doing well. I gave her enough money to move out of that sh*thole she lived in. Now she lives in a three story house, in the more richer area in Capital City. She doesn't like all the stuck up assholes around there, but it's a lot better than the ghetto. Pete is doing better too, but he's still in and out of the hospital. They don't know what we've been up to. I told Aunt Enid that Lance and I were trying out the marketing business overseas, selling high tech refrigerators or some sh*t. She asked about the girl I was with.. I told her that we split. I changed the subject and mentioned Lance's new girl, and his new car too. She sounded proud of him. Proud of me for taking care of him, and Pete too. If only she knew the reality of it... Before we hung up she said something about me changed. She said I sounded different, like I was developing an accent. I hadn't really noticed. All this time spent in Central America, I must be getting comfortable here. Heh, getting closer to my roots, maybe?

 

Lance said he was working on something. Something big. Here we go... He went out with Esther, that was about fourty seven minutes ago. I sent Lee to follow them, to make sure Lance didn't get too reckless. Other than that, today seems pretty quiet...

 

I remember the time when me and Lance tried to get these two chinese girls over to our place one night (Lance's idea, of course). This was about a month after we graduated highschool. Aunt Enid was working night shifts at the time, and Pete was fast asleep. So me and Lance headed out to go meet them, they were hanging around up in one of the richer parts of town, not too far from where Aunt Enid lives at now. At the time Lance had this purple 1940s Broadway convertible, the seats had leopard print on it. It was a f*ckin' eyesore, but Lance swore it was what the ladies loved. We pulled up at the place they told us to meet them at. It was a nice, tall apartment building, right around the block from the mall. They lived on the fourteenth floor. We took the elevator up. Lance insisted that I was the one to knock on the door while he waited by the elevator. So I did. One of the girls, the one Lance was into, had answered the door. She said to give them a minute and she went back inside, the other one wasn't ready yet.

 

Less than two minutes later, I hear Lance running up the hallway. "Are the bitches coming or what?" he asked in an unusually impatient way. Before I could even respond I heard the elevator door open. "Oh sh*t! They're here already. Forget them, let's go!" Lance yelled. We ran for the stairs. I asked him what was going on and he said he'd explain later and to just keep running. I heard someone yelling in what I think was Chinese or Korean. When we got to the door to the stairs, we heard footsteps running up from below us. "Now what?" I rhetorically ask, Lance turns and runs up the stairs telling me to follow him. I was getting annoyed. Why were we running? We got up to the roof and the guys chasing us followed. I got tired of running and turned around to face them. There were only two of them. They walked up to me and one of them said something to me in their language. I couldn't understand what he said but from his tone I could tell he was pissed. I heard Lance screaming "Vic! The chinks are packed! Come onnn!" They both reached into their jackets. I darted as fast I could to Lance. They pulled out 9mm pistols and ran after us again. We got to the fire escape and had to run all the way down. It was old and unstable. The two Asian guys followed us down. They started shooting. Their shots missed, me and Lance were faster than them. I couldn't believe what was going on. We jumped off where the ladder was and ran though the alley. "The car should be just up ahead Vic, take the keys." He threw me the keys while saying it. He pulled out a small pistol that kinda looked like a toy. As we ran for the car he started aimlessly shooting behind us. We jumped in and I started up the engine. The guys behind us started shooting again. Fortunately they kept missing, and hit Lances car instead, even popped one of his tires. "NOO! This car was my pussy magnet!" He yelled out and shot one of them in the leg. We hauled ass out of there. I asked Lance what the hell happened, he said those guys were apart of some street race crew on the other side of town. He lost a race to them and he wanted to get back at them. Lance knew they were coming to see their girls, but he wanted us to get there first and beat them to it. f*cking idiot! If he'd have told me first, I'd have never went with him in the first place. Those guys were serious. Fortunately we never seen them again since their turf was far from where we lived at. When we got back I nearly strangled Lance for almost getting me killed and for carrying a gun around. It was the first time I'd ever gotten shot at.

 

It was then that I completely stopped listening to him and his "plans". I mean he's done some dumb sh*t, but this at the time had taken the cake. It wasn't until Vice City that I decided to trust him again. He's matured a bit since then, but he's still an incompetent ass. Whenever he plans "something big" it usually means it's not good. I hope Lee is looking over him. If anything goes wrong here, we're f*cked. Simple as that.

 

My pager is beeping... it's Lance. "Hey bro'! Meet us down by the marina in the city, I got somethin to show ya.." I guess I better head down there, I'll probably see Lee on the way.

 

~ 𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑦 𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑜, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑑í𝑎. ~

 

[Hey everyone! Terribly sorry for the long ass wait. I've been caught up with a lot of life issues and I haven't been on the forum in a while. But don't worry, I haven't forgotten about this, in fact I've got a couple entries already that I'll be posting soon so be sure to stay tuned! ］

Edited October 28, 2017 by Steezy.

[Steezy.]

Entry 8:

 

Yesterday was a disaster. Lance paged me to meet him and his girl in the big marina down in the city. So I did. Lee was there too. Lance, without my permission, decides to purchase the marina. Yes, the big ass "boat parking lot" that takes up almost 1/5th of the city! Mind you it costed almost half our money. What's even worse, is that Lance, AGAIN without my permission, arranged a meeting with Cecilio Vasquez, one of the most biggest and influential drug dealers in Panama City. I tried my hardest to not shoot him in the dick for doing the most dumbest f*cking thing yet! And even better, Esther was there the whole time. I don't have anything against her, but I don't like her being involved in what we do, much less being around while we do it. We've only known her for a few months, and even though she's helped us a few times here and there, mostly by informing us on the city and who's who, she's still not really trustworthy. For all I know, she could still be in contact with her Haitian buddies up in Vice City. She knows too much about us.

 

Lance hasn't been discreet at all the entire time since we've been here! Stealing from the Haitians, starting parties, bringing his girl along everywhere he goes even when it's business. He even uses the same stupid ass alias he had back in VC, "Quentin" or whatever. And now he's got us involved with one of the biggest drug dealers in this city! Now everyone is gonna know of us. And I can't just cancel the meeting. Once you get involved with guys like Cecilio, that's it. No turning back. Lance f*cked up big time. But I'm going to ride this out. If things go downhill for us, I swear I'm going to be the one to kill him, if the coke doesn't. Speaking of coke, I don't want anything to do with it. Whatever this Cecilio guy wants from us, I'm not doing any deals for him. I had enough of that sh*t from the Mendez brothers. Lance assured me that we wouldn't be doing any deals, easy work for easy money. Well we'll see about that. We're meeting him next week at his penthouse downtown. It's just gonna be me and Lance, but this time I'll be doing the talking.

 

~ Estoy agradecido, que vivo para ver otro día. ~

[Steezy.]

HEY HEY BROOO! It's Lance here! I seen this book lyin' around and I couldn't help but take a peek.. Haha, I never woulda thought my good ol' brotha would have a diary! Don't worry, I ain't read nothin'. I just wanted to write my piece in here is all. Listen, don't be so mad about what happened the other day, alright? This Vasquez cat, he's got a sh*t ton of money and a sh*t ton of connections. If we do some work for him and stay on his good side, we'll be ice solid baby! We'll never have to worry about a thing. Just trust me, Vicky. And the marina I got is gonna make us double of what we had.. no no, triple! We'll be loaded with cash! So just relax..chill out bro! I got this. We not kids anymore, mannn!

 

Oh by the way, if you see Esther around, tell her to give me my damn blazer back. I left it at her place, and my ID is in there! I gotta make a fake one to carry around..

 

Seeya bro! ~

[Steezy.]

Entry 9:

 

So we met Cecilio Vasquez, or "Mr. Vasquez", as he likes to be called. Pfft. Seems like a stuck up asshole to me. But so far he seems like a man of his word, unlike Martinez and the Mendez brothers. He's not an angry, coked up midget either, like that prick Diaz. His penthouse is huge, too. It's a skyscraper! He lives on the top floor, while his men are all down stairs. They're well armed, more than we are. They seem awfully friendly for drug dealers, however. Before discussing anything, he asked who exactly were we. I told him we were two brothers working a small time arms dealing business, born from DR. The Núñez brothers. He bought it. He told us a bit about himself and his organization, how he's recently established himself as a legal businessman, and is trying to expand into real estate to make Panama City a better place and all that. He said he wants to rid the city of all the gangs and make it a safe place for everyone, while also clearing the competition for his international drugs trade. That's where we come in. He needs outsiders, people that aren't linked to his organization to eliminate the other gangs and help clear the way for him. Hired muscle, essentially. Lance told him about what we did to the Haitians and he thinks we're perfect for the job. He also wants to use the marina Lance bought to ship out his drugs across different countries, and he'd pay us a cut for every successful deal. I was hesitant, but I agreed to work with him. For now. The first job he gave us was to kill the leader of the newest street gang there, the Del Cúlõs. The other gangs were already tearing it apart, but Vasquez said if we give them the killing blow, it'll send a message to all the other gangs. I mentioned to him that I didn't want any problems with the authorities here, but Vasquez assured me that if I get the job done, the policia won't be a problem for us. If he really does have that much influence here, then working for him just might not be so bad after all. I sent Bishop to oversee things at the marina, make sure Vasquez's men don't try anything. He's also gonna export our weapons along with the drugs, to make extra profit. Easy money, huh?

 

~ Estoy agradecido, que vivo para ver otro día. ~

Edited November 15, 2017 by Steezy.

[Steezy.]

Entry 10:

 

Easy money, my ass! That job we did yesterday was damn near impossible! The Del Cúlõs were in the middle of a huge three way gang war between the Air Biskets and The Skullz Gang. Me and Lance had to sneak around all the carnage just to get inside. It was an old run down building complex, a real contrast to Vasquez's place. The leader, I think his gang called him Luis, was held up on the roof. Inside was a total sh*tshow, everyone was shooting at everyone. The only way through was to pass by quickly and kill whoever got in our way. It was intense, and real ugly. We got up to the roof to find Luis in tears, getting ready to jump off. He was young. Too young to run a gang. We shot his guys trying to talk to him and reached him before he tried to jump. "Who the f*ck are you guys?? You don't look like either of those putas downstairs.. " he said, it was clear he was trembling. "Senõr Vasquez wants to clean up the trash." I said bluntly. Lance held his rifle up. "Any last words, mothasucka!?" Lance's tough talk was really lame compared to mine. "..Vasquez? No.. come on hermano.. don't do this! Please.. I'll leave okay? My men are all dead! I don't have nothing here for me no more. Just don't kill me.. " He begged. But a job was a job, and we were getting a lot for this guy's head. "Sorry, stiff. I'm afraid you got put on the wrong guy's sh*tlist. Adios." Me and Lance shot him both. The impact of the bullets pushed him off the building and he fell all the way to the ground. It was a mess. Shortly after some Skullz came upstairs. They saw what happened. One of them came up to us and asked "Who the f*ck are you spics?". They were skinheads, neo-nazi types. I was gonna blow his head off with my revolver but Lance chirped up "You'd best clear up outta here now, whitey. This here is Vasquez turf!" That retard! We could've dealt with them right there and now. The guy that spoke was gonna say something, but he turned around and started leaving. "Hmph. We'll see you around." Another guy spat on the ground and left with him, and the rest followed. The other gang saw what happened from outside and they shortly left afterwards. I heard sirens in the distance. "It's the policia, vamos!" I said and we climbed down the fire escape.

 

That was only our first job from Vasquez, and it was a total f*cking bloodbath! The pay was great, though. 400,000 balboas. At least Lance was right about one thing. But really, the pay was the only good thing about it. I mean, I've killed tons of people before, in the army and out of it. There comes a time where you eventually stop feeling bad for the lives you take, you stop thinking about it. And usually, the chumps I kill almost always have it coming to them anyways, I don't think I'd ever be able kill an innocent bystander. But what happened yesterday really got me thinking. That kid Luis, the leader of that gang we took out. He looked like he had just got out of highschool. He was probably no older than Pete. I know it might seem hypocritical to say this now, after everything I've done, but I actually kinda felt bad for him. But when you take the responsibility of leading a gang, or being in charge of anything in the criminal underworld, you should be fully aware and ready of the consequences that follow it. He didn't seem like he was ready. I guess he thought it'd be easy to run a gang out here in Panama City. After all, the place is crawling with all kinds of gangs from all kinds of different places, even skinheads. (Come to think of it, what the hell are they doing here anyways?) He got chewed up and spat out the moment he tried to make moves here. It's sad, really. But...I guess that's just how it is when you're living this kind of life. It's not for everybody, and it's certainly not easy.

 

I just wonder how long until such a fate happens to me? Will I be able to get out of this life? Do I even want to get out of it? Maybe it's all I'm good for now, after everything that's happened. After Louise. It's probably best just to not think about it.. Everything is going fine. Despite Lance's stupidity, we're still alive and making money, and that's what's most important. Vasquez was happy with our work, and he's happy about us sharing the marina. He seems like a level headed man. He claims to want to make the city a better place, despite him being it's biggest drug dealer. Maybe he's the best one to take over the city. Honestly I don't care, I just want to lay low until the heat dies down in the States so I can see Aunt Enid and Pete again. But until then I have to do whatever it takes to keep me and the guys alive and afloat, even if that means doing things I don't like doing.

 

~ Estoy agradecido, que vivo para ver otro día. ~

[Steezy.]

Entry 11:

 

With the newest gang, the Del Culõs, torn apart and their leader killed, all of the other gangs are on their toes now. Most of the smaller ones, much like the Del Culõs, kinda just faded away. I guess they got scared off. Word got around fast that it was Vasquez's men (In reality, us) who did it, probably from those skinheads. But the city was still infested with gangs, except now it was just the big ones, the serious ones, and the ones with balls. sh*t was gonna go down now. A lot of gangs were starting to get tension between each other. Some were gonna ally together. Everybody wanted to take over, to take out Vasquez. He fired the shot, and now the race has started. Luckily my gang has nothing to do with any of it, our only presence being at the marina and at 'Ronaldos', the bar. Actually, it's been turning out profitable for us because we're the cities main source for guns, and now everyone was stocking up.

 

Vasquez wanted us to dig dirt on all the gangs and everything that was going on in the city, everything that he didn't already know. Thanks to Lance's girl, that was easy for us. What wasn't easy, was the next part. There were two gangs in particular that caught Vasquez's eye. The Latin Queens and the Kochstars. The Latin Queens were an all female hispanic gang, ran by this tough dyke lady named Jasmina, or Jaz as everyone calls her. They had a lot of turf on the upper west side of the city. The Kochstars on the other hand, were an all male gang, ran by a guy simply known as "The John". Despite the ridiculous names, they owned a lot of turf on the lower east side of the city, and just recently took over some neighborhoods close by our marina. They definitely weren't the strongest, or the biggest gangs, but they held their own and were tough enough to not back down. Vasquez heard that the two gangs were planning on uniting together to take him down. Vasquez's men are strong and well armed, but there isn't enough of them to handle two gangs at once. Besides, he didn't want a bloodbath to happen in his legitimate penthouse. So, as expected, he sent me to deal with it.

 

However, this is a bit more complicated than just gunning them down like we did the Del Culõs. Vasquez had already delivered his message. He didn't want to be responsible for killing every gang, every wannabe tough guy that stepped up to him. Then word will get around and everybody will think of him as a killer, a monster. "Like those damned Skullz" he said. I didn't understand any of it, but what I do understand is that he wants me to deal with this in a more subtle way than the last time. So I came up with a plan.

 

According to Esther, there's going to be a huge meeting between the two gangs tomorrow night, at the abandoned parking lot in Downtown (soon to be renovated by Vasquez Realty). The leaders themselves won't be there, but their Lieutenants will be. I figured we pull up to the meeting, fully dressed up as Kochstars, and kill as much Latin Queens as we can. It'll be quick, chaotic, and no one will know what's going on other than the fact that the truce is broken. Now the question is, how the hell am I gonna get us to look like Kochstars? Well, I sent Lance and Lee to go piss off some of them in their turf, and lure them away to somewhere nice and secluded. They should be back soon with their clothes, hopefully with as little blood as possible.

 

Right now I'm just relaxing, enjoying the sunset at The Marina. Bishop was with me earlier. We were reminiscing of our time in Vice City. All those businesses we had, all the power we gained. Of course, half our profits went towards the Mendez brothers since we were pretty much forced to work for them. But things were still tranquillo for us. We had a real nice setup there. We practically owned VC. But that was then. We'll probably never reach back to that status again, not after everything that's happened. It was fun while it lasted at least. Right now, however, is down time. I better enjoy this sunset while it lasts. Once tomorrow gets here, things are going to get crazy. The city is about to become a warzone, and since we're working with Vasquez, we're going to be right in the thick of it when the sh*t hits the fan. It's only a matter of time..

 

~ Estoy agradecido, que vivo para ver otro día. ~