You clink glasses with Alberto, your mind racing as you plan your next move. The whiskey burns your throat, a welcome warmth that helps steady your nerves. As Alberto regales you with more stories of his past, you subtly shift the conversation towards the ornate box on the shelf. You ask casually about its origins, and Alberto, pleased with your interest, tells you it's a family heirloom, passed down through generations. "A fascinating piece, isn't it?" Alberto says, his eyes gleaming with pride. "It's been in my family for centuries, rumored to have once belonged to a notorious pirate captain."
You nod, feigning admiration. "It's quite the treasure," you say, your gaze lingering on the box. Alberto smiles, obviously pleased with your appreciation. He then stands up, walking over to the bookshelf. Your heart races as he picks up the box, turning it over in his hands. "I'll let you take a closer look," he offers, extending the box towards you.
As your fingers graze the cool metal, you feel a sudden surge of adrenaline. This is your chance. You seize the opportunity and, with a swift motion, snatch the box from Alberto's hand. His eyes widen in surprise, but before he can react, you've already opened it, revealing a small, deadly-looking pistol nestled within the velvet lining. In one fluid motion, you pull the gun and point it at Alberto, who freezes, his face a mask of shock."What are you doing, Vercetti?" he stammers, his voice trembling. You sneer, your eyes cold and unyielding. "I'm taking what's mine, Alberto. Just like you said, loyalty is a rare and precious commodity. And you've just proven yourself unworthy of it."You cock the hammer of the pistol, the sound echoing ominously in the room. "You made a grave mistake underestimating me, and now you'll pay the price." Alberto's face contorts in fear as he realizes the gravity of his situation. He stammers, trying to plead for mercy, but you remain resolute. Your finger tightens on the trigger, and the room falls silent. But just as you're about to pull the trigger, a sudden explosion rocks the compound. The sound of shattering glass and falling debris fills the air as the walls tremble around you.Alberto takes advantage of the distraction to make a desperate dash for the door. You reflexively turn your attention to the commotion, trying to determine the source of the explosion. The momentary distraction allows Alberto to slip out of the room, shouting orders to his men. Cursing your misfortune, you quickly decide that chasing Alberto isn't worth the risk right now. The explosion has likely drawn the attention of the compound's guards, who will be on high alert.You tuck the pistol from the ornate box into your waistband and cautiously approach the window, peering outside to assess the situation. Through the shattered window, you see plumes of smoke rising from a nearby building. The compound is in chaos, with guards rushing to and fro, weapons at the ready. Your heart races as you realize that this unexpected development might just provide the perfect cover for your escape. You must seize this opportunity and vanish into the confusion before anyone realizes what's happened.Without wasting another moment, you slip out of the room, blending in with the fleeing guards as you make your way to the compound's edge. As you weave through the panicked crowd, your mind is racing. You can't help but wonder who could have caused such destruction. Was it a rival gang, or perhaps an inside job? Regardless, you know that staying here would be foolish. You need to get word to Cortez and Lance, regroup, and figure out your next move.Reaching the edge of the compound, you slip away unnoticed, disappearing into the shadows of the city. The streets are teeming with life, and you blend in effortlessly, your senses on high alert. You hail a taxi, one driven by Ted, the cabbie from Kaufman Cabs you'd heard about earlier. He doesn't seem to recognize you as you slide into the back seat. You give him an address in Vice City, the location of a secure payphone you've used before.Ted doesn't say much during the ride, his attention focused on the road ahead. But you notice him wincing in pain every now and then, a reminder of his recent hernia operation. It's a stark contrast to the violence you've just experienced. The taxi ride is a welcome respite from the chaos and adrenaline of the compound. The streets of Vice City roll by outside the window, a vibrant mix of neon lights and the pulsating energy of the city. Ted, seemingly unaware of the weighty turn of events you've just experienced, maintains a steady focus on the road. His discomfort, however, is palpable, the occasional wince betraying his struggle. You can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the man, your own heart rate slowly returning to normal. As the taxi nears your destination, you ready yourself to exit. The payphone awaits, a silent sentinel amidst the urban jungle. You pay Ted, offering a generous tip to compensate for his discomfort. He nods, his expression grateful, and you step out onto the curb, the sounds of Vice City washing over you.Approaching the payphone, you dial Cortez's number, the familiar digits a comforting rhythm. The phone rings, each tone echoing in your ear as you wait for an answer. Cortez finally picks up, his voice gruff and guarded. "Vercetti, what's your status? I heard there was an explosion at Alberto's compound."You take a deep breath, recounting the events that transpired. "Alberto got away, but I managed to snatch a family heirloom from him, a small pistol. There was an explosion, and I took the opportunity to slip away unnoticed."Cortez is silent for a moment, processing the information. "Good work, Vercetti." He pauses before continuing, "But be careful. You've made a powerful enemy today. Alberto won't forget what you've done." You can almost hear the faint click of Cortez lighting a cigar in the background. "Stay low and lie low for a while. I'll send someone to meet you at the payphone. You two can regroup and figure out our next move."
As you hang up the phone, you can't help but feel a sense of unease. Alberto is a dangerous man, and you know he won't let this affront slide. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you wait for Cortez's contact to arrive.
A few moments later, a nondescript car pulls up next to the payphone, and the driver side window rolls down. Ken Rosenberg leans out, his face pale and sweaty. "Get in, quick," he hisses, his voice barely audible above the hum of the engine. You don't hesitate, sliding into the passenger seat and shutting the door behind you. As you settle in, you can't help but notice the tremor in Ken's hands as he grips the steering wheel."Cortez sent me," he says, his voice shaking almost as much as his hands. "We need to regroup and figure out our next move. But first, I need a drink." Ken pulls the car into the parking lot of a seedy bar on the outskirts of town. The neon sign flickers weakly, casting an eerie glow over the worn-down building. You follow Ken inside, your senses on high alert as you scan the dimly lit room for any potential threats. The air is thick with the smell of stale cigarette smoke and spilled alcohol, a testament to the bar's questionable clientele.Ken makes his way to the bar, signaling the bartender for two drinks. You take a seat next to Ken, your hand resting on the grip of the small pistol you took from Alberto. The cool metal offers some reassurance as you watch the bartender pour out two generous measures of whiskey. Ken downs his drink in one swift motion, wincing as the liquid burns its way down his throat. You follow suit, the alcohol numbing your nerves slightly.Ken turns to you, his eyes watery from the whiskey. "We need a plan" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Agreed," you reply, your voice low and measured. "But we can't let Alberto have too much of a head start. We need to regroup and strike back quickly."Ken nods, a hint of determination in his watery eyes. "I'll reach out to my contacts, see if I can dig up any information on Alberto's whereabouts. In the meantime, you should rest. We'll need our wits about us if we're going to take on Alberto."