Spicy Sugar

The Vice City Job: Opting Out

Andrei's POV:

Watching the fireworks and the explosion through the car's window as we were leaving the city, Alex shook his head, "Was this really necessary? We already were out of there."

"Oh, come on, Alex. I told you the first time you're playing with the big guys here. You either go hard or go home." at this moment, my phone vibrated.

"Ro sent me the details. We're going to a chop shop in the outskirts of the city." I typed in the address and set the phone to navigation for Alex.

"Chop shop, huh? Wanna rip the car apart now?" he asked as he left the main road towards the harbor district.

"Not really apart, no. I just want someone to check for eventual tracking in this thing. Also want to repair the major damage to the outside, so it's less obvious. Maybe get a fake license plate." I replied and already made calculations for the costs.

For my ultimate plan to work out, I would have to pay that cash from my own pocket. As well as paying off my team here. Also, there was a chance I would have to pay Ro's mechanic too, so he kept quiet and accepted the job. After all, I asked him to tinker with a police car. That was sure to draw some heat towards him.

Alex was pulling up to a very run down looking building. Ro was leaning against her bike outside and smoking a cigarette. A burly guy was standing beside her in a blue overall and looking pretty grumpy. My guess was I woke him up. Once they saw the police car, Ro's eyes widened and the guy began talking animatedly with her.

"Someone seems happy we're here, huh?" Alex scoffed and looked over at me.

"Yeah. Stay in the car. I'll handle the talking." I remarked and got out.

"If you had told me, he would be driving here in a fucking pig's car, I would have cut you off right away. I don't want no trouble." he told Ro.

"Trust me, buddy, he never told me. Speaking of the devil. What the fuck man? You should have given me a heads-up on that, you know that." Ro's glare towards me seemed quite angry.

"Would you have even considered helping me if I did?" I asked and was answered by silence. "Figured. Listen, I need someone to fix this car up on the outside and get me a fake license plate. Also need the car to be checked for tracking devices so-"

"What do you mean tracking? You haven't checked for that?" the mechanic intervened.

"Do I look like a mechanic to you? I know shit all about cars. Except how to drive them." I replied sharply.

"This will cost you quite a bit, you know that." he crossed his arms over his big belly and gave me a glare.

"Money's not the problem. Just help me out here, alright."

The man sighed and walked to the gate to roll it up, "Just get this damn thing off the street here."

I gestured for Alex to drive in when Ro tapped my shoulder, "When you said you were getting a car, I was more thinking of a muscle car or a sports car."

"Hey, I don't choose my own marks. My client needs a cop car and I got him one. You ask for it and I deliver." I shrugged.

To that, she leaned in and smirked while leaning on my shoulder, "Everything I ask for?"

I simply raised an eyebrow and remarked, "Almost everything."

She pouted again and leaned even closer, "It would be both our benefit." 

Alex came out of the garage and looked between the both of us, "So I guess that's your friend? Ro ... or something?"

Ro walked over and around Alex as if measuring him up, "And you're the damsels partner, huh?"