Grand Theft Auto: Vice City Stories (Rewrite)

Chapter 69: Domo Arigato Domestoboto

Inside Diaz's mansion, Diaz was having a discussion with Lance while the former was sitting on a chair and the latter was sitting on the couch. They were both facing each other.

"So, we got a deal, Q?" Diaz asked Lance.

"We got a deal, baby!" Lance answered, giving Diaz a tight handshake as Diaz laughed while returning the gesture. "We'll repay everything we borrowed at 25% interest a week OR we work for you."

"Yeah, salut!" Diaz replied, dumping the ashes from the end of his cigar into the ashtray sitting on the table sitting in front of the sofa.

He and Lance grabbed their cups of champagne and held them high toward each others' "Cheers," Lance cheered as he and Diaz clashed cups together right before taking a large gulp of each of their beverages. "That's good stuff," Lance declared.

"Or I kill you and your brother with a blunt instrument," Diaz joked.

He and Lance laughed hysterically and turned around just in time to notice Vic walking in. "Vic!" Diaz called. "We were just talking about you."

"YEAH!" Lance added.

"Yeah?" Vic asked.

"About you boys repaying that money I lent you," Diaz answered.

Vic's expression quickly turned sour. "What fucking money?" Vic asked sternly. He then glared at Lance. "Hey, what's he talking about?" Vic growled at his brother.

Lance quickly jumped out of his seat and stepped closer to Vic. "Look, I borrowed some money for us from Ricardo and we're gonna pay him back, OK?" Lance confessed.

"What the fuck have you done now?" Vic growled again.

"I invested back in the business," Lance protested. He then turned to Diaz. "I'm sorry, Ricardo baby," Lance apologized, "but sometimes brothers get alpha male on you, you know."

"I know," Diaz answered. "That's why I killed mine. Boys, relax. Just go do that thing for me and all will be good."

"Yeah... " Lance added.

"For now," Diaz continued.

"Wait, what is he talking about?" Vic asked his brother.

"Look," Lance started to explain, "Ricardo wants us to destroy all of Armando Mendez's bearer bonds. I know it sounds risky, but trust me. I got it... "

Lance was noticeably drunk from the champagne he just drank earlier. He slowly lowered himself back onto the sofa. "I got it going, 'cause I done this a million times," he said, lying down onto the sofa. "Let's just pop, baby... You know... Let's just... pop... " Lance then fell asleep on the sofa, snoring loudly.

Vic glared down at Lance and sighed in annoyance. "Guess I'm doing this one on my own," he muttered. Diaz followed with a laughter, and Vic just left the room without another word.

Vic stepped outside to meet one of his partners from the Vance Crime family on the front porch of the mansion.

"Hey, boss," the member told Vic. "Have you seen Lance?"

"Unfortunately, yes," Vic answered. "What is it?"

"Some high-tech gear he ordered," the member replied. "It's up near the Mendez mansion, ready to go."

"What high-tech gear?" Vic asked. "What's it for?"

"Er, Lance said something about getting around Mendez's security; destroying their bonds or something," the member replied.

"Leave it with me," Vic told him.

The Vance Crime Family member had provided Vic a white Cheetah so he would drive over by the Mendez Mansion. So Vic hopped inside the Cheetah and started the engine. He made a right turn and followed the driveway path out to the street to make a right turn on Starfish Island.