Grand Theft Auto: Vice City Stories (Rewrite)

Chapter 36: Snitch Hitch

Lance was inside the hotel room talking on the phone. "Pink," Lance said over the phone." No, blue. No, white... I'll take all three... "

He was interrupted when he saw a now-sullen Vic glaring at him furiously. "Hey... I'll call you back!" Lance shouted in the phone quickly.

Vic snatched the phone out of Lance's hand and smashed it against the wall. He once again glared at Lance, looking none too pleased. "What's your problem, man?" Lance asked as if he never saw Vic behave with such anger. "Huh?"

"My problem?" Vic asked as his low tone of voice gradually developed into an angry, loud baritone. "My problem is you're going to have us both killed because you're a moron! I told you not to get us in so deep!"

"Oh, shut up and grow some balls," Lance said.

"What, tough guy?!" Vic growled as he approached his brother. "What did you say to me?!"

He grabbed Lance by the collar and abruptly lifted him off the ground with his right hand. He was still the stronger brother despite being shorter. "When will YOU grow a fucking brain?!" Vic snapped.

Just then, Vic and Lance's stepmother Janet walked into the hotel room. She was a Caucasian brunette who was emaciated wearing a white tanktop and gray shorts. "Hello, boys!" she greeted.

"Mom!" Vic cried out, his grip still tightened around Lance's throat.

"Victor, put your brother down," Janet demanded.

Vic complied and released his grip. "What are you doing here, Mom?"

"I'm cleaning up my act," Janet claimed. "I'm off the drugs for good."

"Here we go again... " Vic groaned, turning around, not too please to see his mother around.

"Can I get a drink, Lance, honey?" Janet asked.

"Who's that?" Lance asked, pointing at a Hispanic man wearing a blue jacket, white T-shirt, faded jeans, and a navy blue hat. He had a noticeable pot belly.

"That's Javier," Janet answered. "He's been very sweet to me."

"Oh, gimme a break," Vic muttered.

"I'm tired of your bullshit, Mom," Lance groaned. "You've come here to ruin things for us again."

"How can you say that?" Janet asked, sounding a little hurt. "I raised you!"

"Aunt Enid raised us, not you," Lance corrected.

"I'm clean," Janet claimed once again. "Give me a chance, Victor. Please?"

"You can stay with Lance, Mom," Vic replied as Lance turned around and cried out in confusion. "But I don't want any trouble. I've got enough horseshit dealing with him." He glared at Lance, who was looking admittedly guilty.

"Er, Vic," Lance told him, "we gotta go meet that friend of yours at the airport... "

"What?" Vic asked.

"I'll explain on the way," Lance told him, gesturing to the exit.

"Oh, right," Vic said. He turned to Janet and Javier. "You two, stay out of trouble," he warned, and he followed Lance out of the room.

Janet and Javier began to make love with each other.

Vic and Lance later made it outside as they headed to the Perennial outside. Night had fallen already, and the bright lights were shining around the streets.

"What friend at the airport?" Vic asked Lance.

"This guy's a dealer who's getting out of the business," Lance answered as the two entered the vehicle. "He's getting us a file about this big shipment coming in."

"How much is this gonna cost?" Vic asked as he started driving through the street.

"You gotta speculate to accumulate," Lance replied. "We're yuppies now, bro. This dude's plane could be leaving anytime, so let's pop big-time."

Vic knew he was on a serious mission. So he continued riding down the streets and drove down the long road. The sky was pitch black, and fewer stars shone up ahead. Vic took a right turn on the end of the road and drove through the corner, where he arrived at Escobar International Airport and parked the vehicle up front.

He and Lance hopped out and walked up to the entrance of the airport, setting their weapons to the side as they made it inside. Lance lead Vic to the man who had the files. He was Caucasian wearing a blue suit jacket over beige dress pants and brown suede shoes. That must have been the dealer. " You got the goods?" Lance asked the man.

"You're too late, man," the dealer told him. "I told you - first come, first served."

"Man, that was our file!" Lance groaned vociferously. "Who did you sell it to?!"

"Some dude over at Terminal C," the dealer replied. "He got a private jet and a private army. I don't think you wanna mess with him."

"We'll see about that!" Lance doubted.

So he and Vic exited the airport, grabbed their weapons with them, and return to the vehicle, with Vic starting the engine. He headed right across the street to the airport and followed the walkway path, where they found the guards guarding the plane the goon was about to catch.

Vic pulled out his machine gun and fired at the guards, with Lance sticking his head out of the window to fire at them as well.

"Where's my files, you mother-suckers!" Lance shouted at them as he fired back. "Don't get me angry!"

Once the brothers killed all of the guards, they hopped out of the vehicle and walked to the plane, only to see that there were a gang of bikers in motorbikes riding up ahead.

"What the hell are they doing here?!" Lance asked.

"I'm guessing we're not the only ones your contact turned away today," Vic answered, glaring at Lance, giving him the "I'm very angry at you right now" look.

"I'll get the file," Lance called as he ran to the plane.

"Wha... ?" Vic started to shout at Lance, who had already made it inside the plane.

Vic was now all alone with the bikers, who attempted to fire at him. Vic quickly dodged out of the way and fired back at the bikers gang. The shootout lasted for a good fifty seconds, with Vic killing each and every biker member at a time as he paced around to avoid the flying bullets around him.

As every member of the bikers gang had finally dropped dead to the ground, Vic kneeled down and panted really hard. He stood up straight and looked back to find that Lance was still inside the plane. He walked up to it and stared inside.

"Lance?" Vic called.

"Hey, bro, this cat really knew how to travel!" Lance called from the inside. "There's some stylish shit in here."

"Never mind that!" Vic grumbled impatiently. "Did you get the file?!"

"Sure," Lance told him as he exited the plane holding a suitcase. "No problem."

"No problem?!" Vic replied sternly. "I could have used a little help out here, ass brain!"

"Take it easy, bro," Lance told his brother, trying not to anger him more.

"Lance, take the file and get the hell out of my sight!" Vic growled, no longer having any of Lance's nonsense.

Lance saw the look in Vic's face and knew his brother wasn't too pleased with him at the moment. So without a word and an apprehensive expression on his face, he walked slowly to the Perennial, entered the vehicle ad drove away, still upset at what Vic had told him.

Meanwhile, Vic was feeling tired after dealing with Lance's antics all evening long. So he hopped on one of the bikers' motorbikes and rode it back home. He hoped Lance wouldn't get him into any worse trouble tomorrow. Was he wrong!