Grand Theft Auto: Vice City (Rewrite)

Chapter 6: Riot

The next day, Tommy was now driving in his Infernus looking around. The fashion has changed since Tommy has last seen what folks were rocking in the early 1970s. Most men were either wearing preppy-styled seersuckers, had huge hair and skintight leather pants that gave them the hair metal look, or even makeup. Tommy was just disgusted of the effeminate fashion that guys nowadays were rocking. The women, meanwhile, were either wearing spaghetti strap dresses, spandex, large puffy hair, or colorful clothing.

What are we, reverted back in the 1960s? Tommy thought.

The fashion in the '80s was turning Tommy away. He wasn't sure how he would fit into the decade and felt like a temporary fish out of water. The sunny beach vibe, while not exactly Tommy's style, at least helped him relax after his plight two days ago. He had a smooth ride around the city, and the serene view of the beach was enough for Tommy to retain his equanimity.

Tommy continued driving around the streets until he finally parked in front of Ken's office. He hopped out the car and walked through the doors of the building.

Inside the office, Ken was talking the Avery Carrington, one of the guests who attended Colonel Cortez's part yesterday. Ken was sitting behind his desk while Avery had taken a seat on a chair in front.

"Avery, it goes without saying... " Ken told Avery. He then saw Tommy enter the office. "Tommy, Tommy!" Ken greeted. "Any progress? No, no, no - tell me later, tell me later. Tommy, this is Avery Carrington - I believe you met at the party?"

Avery hopped out of his seat to greet Tommy with a casual handshake. "Not in person," Tommy replied.

"Howdy," Avery greeted.

"Avery here has a proposition," Ken said as Avery returned to his seat.

"Haven't we got other things on our minds?" Tommy asked quietly as he leaned over the desk towards Ken.

"I'm trying to keep the wolves from the door," Ken protested, "so could you please cut me some slack? I'm stretched like a wire and even if I'm dead by the end of the week, I'd like to think that I didn't die poor."

"Now just calm down, both of you," Avery told them as Tommy took a seat on the couch to the side. "Son, you help me and any greaseballs giving you a hard time, I'll see to it they take a long dirt nap."

"OK," Tommy answered. "What could I do for ya'?"

"This delivery company's got its depot on some prime land," Avery commented. "They won't sell. They're hanging on like a big old prairie rat, so we gotta go in there and smoke that vermin out. Head on down there and stir up a hornet's nest. The security will have their hands full and then you can sneak in and put 'em out of business."

"And you could drop by Rafael's for a change of clothes," Ken added. "You might be there a while, but yeah, go for it."

"Should be a riot," Tommy muttered caustically as he rose out of his seat and started walking to the exit.

"If the balls drop like they should, stop by my office sometime... " Avery told him.

Tommy just shook his head. "Who are these pricks anyway?" Tommy soliloquized silently. "Lawyer pricks, rug-wearing pricks! I'm surrounded by pricks!"

Tommy didn't have time to complain. He just entered his vehicle outside and drove away. He was no stranger to riots, given where he was from and who he worked for. So a riot was hardly anything new to him. He drove through Ocean Beach and parked in front of Rafael's clothing store.

After a few minutes, Tommy exited wearing some coveralls and a blue Tucker cap. He returned to his vehicle and drove through Washington Beach. As he made it to Vice Point, he looked up ahead to find the Spand Express Depot, where he saw a group of workers protesting and security guards guarding the gate.

Tommy had to think of a way to distract the guards in order to destroy the delivery trucks locked inside. So he decided to instigate a fight between the workers. Tommy ran up and punched one of the workers from behind. This caused the worker to swing at Tommy, who ducked out of the way just in time to make the worker punch another worker in the face.

"Hey!" the worker that was punched growled.

He then punched the other worker back and shoved him into another worker. This caused a heated altercation, as the workers were now ganging in on each other, thus causing them to break out in a riotous frenzy.

"Please disperse!" one of the security guards shouted at the workers. "The management will discuss grievances in the appropriate manner!"

During the riot, Tommy got in on it as well, as he threw some brutal punches at one of them, with hard hooks and had even knocked one of the, out with a quick uppercut. Tommy had been bench pressing and working out since the last fifteen years he spent in prison. So he was obviously was strong enough to not only physically dish out pain, but could also take it as well. He never let his age slow him down either, as it just only made him stronger. He continued to battle his way through the riot by beating down each of the workers one by one, connecting to the noses, eyes, mouth, and even the throats.

"Please disperse!" the security guard repeated. "This is inappropriate! You'll end up living on the streets!"

But the workers refused to heed the guard, and Tommy was just punching workers out of the way to make his way to the gate up ahead. During the riot, blood splattered on the ground, teeth were getting knocked out and scattered on the ground, and many of the workers were getting bruised up, as they sported many bruises, such as gashed heads, broken noses, bruised eyes, and even missing teeth

Soon, the two guards finally decided to open the gate.

"Sticks out boys," the security guard told his partners as they walked out. "Let's crack some commie skulls."

As Tommy watched them leave to break up the riot, he crept through the gates and spotted the two trucks parked inside. He pulled out some grenades and tossed each of them between the trucks. Tommy then headed out, circumventing the riot, and exited the place just in time to watch the two trucks up ahead explode. The vehicles were in flames and now blackened.

Tommy then slapped his hands together as if trying to clean the dirt off of them and later heard his cellphone ring. He pulled it out of his pocket to answer.

"Yeah!" he answered.

"Hola, is this Mr. Vercetti?" he heard Colonel Juan Cortez answer over the phone.

"Yeah," Tommy responded dryly.

"This is Cortez," Cortez replied. "You were at my party?"

"Yeah, I remember," Tommy answered.

"Mr. Vercetti," Cortez uttered. "It was a most unfortunate incident happened with your business deal."

"I know," Tommy replied.

"I want you to know me, and my people are doing their utmost to get to the bottom of it," Cortez explained. "If you'd like to talk to me more privately, you can find me at the boat, eh? Good day, Señor."

So Tommy hung up the cellphone and decided to meet Colonel Cortez at his yacht.