Grand Theft Auto: Vice City Stories (Rewrite)

Chapter 37: From Zero To Hero

Vic woke up the next morning to check the alarm clock. He had gotten up slightly later than he normally had, at around 8:04 AM. Vic thought about what he and Lance did last night and was not comfortable with getting involved with a drug trade. So he was going to march back to that hotel and tell Lance he isn't going to join him in his scheme.

Vic hopped out of bed, washed up, got dressed, and headed out the door. He hopped onto the motorbike he stole from one of the bikers from the garage and used it to ride away. The sun had risen early, shining in the light blue sky brightly, and there were very few cars stirring around the road. Vic drove through the long road and headed straight to Downtown.

Vic saw the Palms Hotel up ahead and pulled up in front. The Perennial was parked right up front as well, and Vic hopped off the bike to head for the entrance of the hotel.

Inside the hotel room above, Lance was pacing around nervously, waiting for Vic, until he finally saw him entering the room. "Ah!" Lance chuckled. "Just in time bro! Yeah!"

Vic faced Lance wearing a serious expression in his face. He was not in the mood at this moment. "Lance, I'm through with this, man," he told his brother.

"What, you mean this dump?" Lance asked. "Yeah, me too."

"No," Vic replied. "I'm through with this bullshit. I don't want to be a damn drug dealer. It's for assholes."

"Vic," Lance started to say, "Don't go soft on me now. I got what we finally need. I know how we can get our hands on one big shipment completely free. We can finally get Pete the health care he needs."

Vic just turned away. He was by no means above committing crime at this moment considering he had to pay for Pete's medication, but he wasn't going to become a drug dealer to make any money. If he was ever going to get the money by survival, he was going to earn it the clean way.

"Look, Lance," Vic told his brother as he paced the room, "I am a long way from being a good guy, and I am not above these street crimes to get the money, but drugs just mean trouble. I handled drugs when I was in the army, and look where that's got me in!"

"I agree, man, 100%" Lance protested. "But this time is different, and that's why we gonna get this one big pay for all the hard work and split. Jerry Martinez... it's his coke."

The name suddenly popped right back in Vic's mind. He still hasn't forgotten about how Sergeant Martinez had cost him his career and had set him and Phil up earlier. Normally, Vic was against drugs, but in this case, he felt it wouldn't hurt to steal some out of reprisal for what Martinez did to him earlier - twice!

"Oh... " Vic uttered. "Fuck it. You know what? Let's do it!"

"Alright," Lance replied gleefully as he exchanged handshakes with Vic. "Ladies and gentlemen. This is a real man! Let's pop!"

The two then started heading out of the hotel room. Vic was very determined to get back at Martinez to pay him back.

"We're gonna make it big, Vic!" Lance shouted as he and Vic made it back outside. "I have a dream... I have a dream-muh!"

"Your dream is my nightmare," Vic shot back.

"Don't be like that," Lance protested. "Look, I even arranged some insurance." He pointed to two guys standing at a beige Sentinel XS. One of them was wearing an orange shirt and beige pants, while his partner had on a navy blue shirt and gray pants. "Come on, guys," Lance told the two man as they hopped inside the vehicle. "Time to pop."

The brothers hopped inside the vehicle themselves and Vic took the wheel to start the engine and drive onto the road. He drove straight down and made his way through the long road up ahead.