GTA SA Stories – Holiday In Vice City #11
Hah, shit! Didn’t think they’d ever let him out. He kept is head down, helps people forget. People will remember soon enough. When they see him walking down the streets of their neighborhoods. It will be bad for business. What are we gonna do, Sonny? We treat him like an old friend and keep him busy out of town. Okay? We been talking about expanding down South, right? Vice City is twenty-four carat gold these days. The Colombians, the Mexicans, hell… Even those Cuban refugees are cutting themselves a piece of some nice action. But it’s all drugs, Sonny. None of the families will touch that shit! Times are changing. The families can’t keep their backs turned while our enemies reap the rewards. So, we send someone down to do the dirty work for us and cut ourselves a nice quiet slice, okay? Who’s our contact down there? Ken Rosenberg, schmuck of a lawyer. How’s he gonna hold Cipriani’s leash? We don’t need him to. We just set him loose in Vice City, we give him a little cash to get started. Okay? Give it a few months. Then we go down, pay him a little visit, right? See how he’s doing. Hey-hey guys, it’s Ken Rosenberg here! Hey, hey, great, hey. Well, uh, I’m gonna drive you guys to the meeting, okay? Now I’ve talked to the suppliers and they are very, keen to start a business relationship, so, uh, if all goes well, we should, uh, be doing very nicely for ourselves, which is, you know… Good. Okay, so, one operates the, uh, the business, and the other one does the flying… Okay, that’s them in the chopper. All right, here’s the deal. They want a straight exchange on open ground. All right? Okay. Stay tight, let’s go. Got it? 100% pure grade A colombian, my friend. Let me see it. The greens? Tens and twenties, used. I think we have a deal, my friend! AHAHAH! (CJ dies) Oh, shit! You can’t stop me. Fuck you all! C’mon, let’s get outta here, c’mon! C’mon, drive. C’mon, move, move, move! I poked my head out of the gutter for one freaking second and fate shavel shit in my face… The Triads think they can mess with me? What are you gonna do? I’ll drop by your office tomorrow, we could start sorting this mess out. Hello, Sonny. Aaaah, Toni Cipriani! All we really wanted… Was clarity. I guess that’s a perspective thing. Hey, we are at peace now. Good… So how the deal go down? You sitting on some white gold? Look Sonny, we were set up. That deal was an ambush. Harry and Lee are dead. You better be kidding me Toni! Tell me you still got the money. No, Sonny, I don’t have the money. That was my money, Toni. My MONEY! You better not be screwing me Toni, because you know I’m not the man to be screwed with! You have my personal assurance that I’m gonna get you your money back, and the drugs, and I’m gonna mail you the dicks of those responsibles. Hey, I already know that. You’re not a fool Toni, but I warn you. Neither am I. If it was anybody else you’d be dead already, but because it’s you… Because we got history… I’m gonna let you handle this. Look Sonny. You got my word. I’ll be in touch. “Go get some sleep” he says, ahah! I have been sitting in this chair all night with the lights off drinking coffee. THIS is a disaster. We are so screwed, man! These gorillas, listen to me, are gonna come down here and RIP my head off. It’s ridiculous. I did NOT go to law school for this. Okay? Now, what the hell are we gonna do? Shut up, sit down, relax. I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do. You’re gonna find out who took our cocaine… And then, I’m gonna kill them. That’s a good idea. That’s a great idea. Let me think. Let me think. Let me think. What the fuck are we gonna do? Any minute now some mafia bullet is going to splatter my brain all over the wall! My wall… My beautiful wall… I’m really screwed. Absolutely screwed! Okay, I had the power, the money, the ladies… But I couldn’t lay off the blow! But there’s no way that I’m going out there sticking my head out of the door, no- Ooh, you’re sick, you better shut the fuck up. Wooh, hey, I like 1978 too, but y’know, this isn’t gonna be a beer and strippers do. I mean, no offense, but I think that you might turn heads on the runway for the wrong reasons. Okay look, here, stop by Rafael’s, tell him I sent you, he’ll make you look respectable. Okay, go, come on. That’s it? You poor bastard.