Grand Theft Auto: Vice City Stories (Rewrite)

Chapter 39: Brawn of the Dead

Vic finally made it back to Lance's new apartment. The trucks were now sold, and Vic sighed in relief. He had all of the cocaine sold, he got a new apartment to live in, and he got to spend time with Louise after a while without seeing her. Now all that was left was his opportunity to finally rub it in Sergeant Martinez's face on how he finally got back at him.

Vic stepped in front of the apartment door and knocked on it.

"Come on in!" Lance called from the inside.

Vic opened the door and entered the apartment. It was rather nice inside. There was a black marble table and chairs in the dining room. The living room was replete with a black sofa, radio, and stereos. The windows were covered with brown blinds.

Vic saw that Lance was standing there as well. Lance was missing his glasses and had on a new blue suit. "Hey, Vic," Lance greeted, showing off his new suit. "Like the new threads?"

"Terrifying," Vic replied, walking up to the phone on the nightstand. "I need to use the phone."

Vic picked up the phone and punched in Martinez's number. He waited for a while until Martinez finally picked up. "Yeah?" Martinez asked.

"Thanks for the coke, Martinez," Vic told Martinez with a smug smile on his face. "Now you know how it feels to get fucked."

"Oh, you fucked us both, Vic," Martinez responded.

Vic just scoffed. "Oh yeah?" he asked. "How?"

"That coke you ripped off belonged to the Mendez brothers," Martinez answered.

Vic suddenly felt his heart skip. He was so shocked that he almost dropped the receiver of the phone. "The Mendez brothers?" he asked.

"That's right," Martinez replied. "They're the biggest drug lords here in Vice City."

This made Vic even more shocked. Had he really steal coke from a couple of drug lords? Had he really put his own fate in jeopardy? He tried to shake it off to verify that Martinez was probably just messing with him. "Nah, nah, na, na, na... " Vic answered. "You gotta be pulling my leg. You're just bullshitting me again, aren't you, Martinez?"

"Yeah, I wish it were a joke this time," Martinez replied. "I wish I did own that coke, but alas, I was just the shepherd. Now we're all on their shit list, and the only way off is in a fucking bag. But I ain't worried. That's why I'm turning states. I'm gonna ruin you, your brother, Mendez, everyone. Happy holidays."

Vic then heard the phone ring. He stood straight ahead, looking as if he just got gradually turned into a statue. This even caused him to drop the phone out of his hand. He couldn't move. He couldn't talk. He had inadvertently stolen coke from a couple of drug lords, and the latter two were prepared to murder anyone who was involved in the deal, including Martinez himself.

Vic's trepidation slowly altered into anger as he turned to Lance, who slowly stepped into the back room. "LANCE!" Vic shouted angrily at his brother. "YOU USELESS DEGENERATE ASSHOLE!"

Lance then poked his head back into the living room wearing a nervous expression on his face. "Y-y-yeah, Vic?" he asked nervously.

"You told me that the files had Martinez's name on it, right?" Vic asked calmly.

"Oh of course, bro," Lance answered, feeling more confident. "That's what I told you."

"Okay," Vic replied. "Now let me ask you this: Did you read the files clearly?"

"Yeah," Lance told him, walking in the living room. He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the files. "See?" he said, pointing at the files. "This here states that the associate of the coke is Jerry Martinez, and the owners are Armando and Diego Mendez. I told you that... "