Grand Theft Auto: Vice City Stories (Rewrite)

Chapter 61: Blitzkrieg Strikes Again

A few minutes later, Vic returned to Lance's apartment after thinking about what to do to protect his empire buildings around the city and to keep the Mendez goons from destroying it. He eventually decided to just see Lance and find out what he was thinking.

Vic walked inside the apartment and opened the door slowly. He looked up ahead to find Phil armed with a couple of pistols.

"Comrade!" Phil shouted at the top of his lungs. "Come here!"

"What're you doing here?" Vic asked.

"I heard there was gonna be a party," Phil answered. "So I brought fireworks!"

"Where's Lance?" Vic asked him.

"I love that guy!" Phil bellowed. "Yeah!"

Just then, Vic heard a knock on the door and walked over to answer it. He opened it and saw that it was Umberto, who walked right inside the apartment room. Lance and one of the Cubans were right behind him as well.

"There he is!" he said with a big grin on his face. "Mr. Victor Vance, the punk who needs our help."

Vic just stared awkwardly at the Cuban-American. "What?" he asked.

"You grown any cojones yet, lady boy?" Umberto asked him, pointing at Vic's crotch.

Lance looked at Vic as he walked inside the room as well. "Yo, bro," he called, walking past Vic.

"Come here, Vic," Umberto told him, giving Vic a bear hug.

"Ah, wassup, man?" Vic asked gently, shoving Umberto off of him.

"Your brother, man," Umberto told him. "At least one of you who has something up here and a lot down here, huh?" He chuckled as he pointed at Vic's crotch.

"So if you guys are ready, let's do this," Lance announced to everyone.

"Hey, Lance, come here, man," Vic called to his brother.

Lance walked up to Vic to see what he wanted to tell him. "Yo, bro, wassup?" Lance asked.

"What the hell is going on?" Vic asked back.

"We're about to get hit by those Mendez guys," Lance explained. "Thought we could use some of your buddies to crash the party."

"What?" Vic asked once again.

"Help out," Lance answered concisely. "What, did I do wrong again?"

"No, no, no, no, man," Vic told him, suddenly smiling. "For once, you did very right. Let's go deal with these pricks."

Lance gave Vic a high five. "Yeah!" Lance cheered. "Let's pop!" He let out a chuckle.

Vic smiled, as for the first time ever, Lance had actually done something good for once. He had never been so proud of his brother, and that was saying a lot given what Lance was and how much trouble he caused in the past due to his stupidity.

They all headed outside, with Umberto, Phil, and the other Cubans hopping inside a Rancher parked next to Lance's Infernus and driving away afterwards.

"We should spread out and cover as much ground as we can," Vic announced. "Let me know if you need any help."

"Wait up," Lance told Vic, walking to the trunk of the Infernus. "I'm gonna need some serious artillery for this gig."

Lance then opened the trunk to pull out an assault rifle, an M4 Carbine. "Hello, Mr. M4!" Lance uttered. "M-FOR-MO-THER-FUCKA! That's right! Let's go!"

He grabbed his weapon and hopped inside the passenger seat of the vehicle as Vic started the engine. He drove around Washington Beach to see which of the empires were under attack.