Grand Theft Auto: Vice City Stories (Rewrite)

Chapter 54: Purple Haze

Gonzalez had later called Vic to tell him to meet him at the Ducum Inn located at Vice Point. Vic had rode his bike all the way over there to meet up with Gonzalez inside. The two were having a conversation by the pool side

"Ah, Vic, my friend," Gonzalez told him. "I've a small side deal requiring a sensitive touch."

"Sensitive?" Vic asked.

"Let's just say I'd rather my boss didn't find out about this... " Gonzalez equivocated with a slight chuckle. " ...or my men, for that matter."

"Let me guess - you've cut your Colonel's coke to make a side profit," Vic surmised.

"Sssh," Gonzalez shushed him, putting a finger against his lips. "Vic, please... This is, after all, the land of opportunity."

"I don't care who you rip off, Gonzalez," Vic told him, "as long as it's not me."

"Bueno," Gonzalez replied. "The drugs are at Ocean Beach. Take them to the deal in Washington." Gonzalez then handed Vic the keys for the vehicle inside his lockup.

Vic didn't hesitate as he exited the hotel to hop back onto his bike. He rode around town in search of Gonzalez's lockup.

He drove through Vice Point and made a right turn on the long road. There were a few cars driving through the road, and it was a bright sunny day with fewer birds flying in the air. Vic wasted no time as he continued driving through the street and made it to the lockup just up north of Ocean Beach. It was a white building with a blue garage door.

Vic hopped out of the vehicle as he parked it up front and walked to the lockup. The garage door opened slowly, revealing a red minivan parked inside. It must have contained the drugs Gonzalez mentioned was stashed inside. Vic hopped inside, used the keys Gonzalez offered him to start the engine, and slowly pulled forward out of the lockup and onto the open road.

At this point, Vic had no other choice. As much as he despised drugs, he was caught in an intense underworld with no other choice of his own. It was either work for others regardless of how sordid it was or be crushed like an ice cube. He continued driving through the road and made his way to Washington Beach, where he took the alleyways.

Vic looked around to find that he was the first one to show. He was wondering where the people involved with the deal were. "I guess I can just take everything out to prepare myself," Vic told himself.

So he put the van on park, hopped out, and walked over to the back to open the doors. He was about to take out the drugs when he spotted a truck speeding his way.

"What the fuck?!" Vic cried out.

He tried to back away, but the truck had sped far too quickly and slammed into the van hard. The drugs that were inside flew out of the truck, and one of the shooting boxes hit Vic hard in the head, knocking him out cold. The other boxes opened up, causing the coke to permeate through the air and around an unconscious Vic, who had inadvertently breathed in the coke spreading around the air.

Two guys hopped out of the truck: one was a tall Caucasian man in an orange suit while the other was a shorter Caucasian man wearing a blue jacket and white pants. They walked around the van, oblivious to an unconscious Vic while noticing the drugs around the air.

"You hit the van too hard!" the man in the orange suit scolded his partner. "The drugs have gone everywhere! There's more on this dude than in the back!"

"Quit whining," his partner shot back. "Let's just get this shit up to the party on Starfish. We've got bitches waiting."

As the two guys escaped in the red van with the rest of the drugs, Vic's pager started beeping. He finally woke up after two minutes. He sat up to examine himself. His lip was cut. His forehead had a knot the size of a golf ball. There were scratching on his palms.