You grab your keys and head out, your mind focused on the task at hand. As you drive towards the Washington Mall, you can't help but feel a sense of unease. This isn't just another job – this is a test, a step towards something bigger.
You know that Mike Griffin, the first target on Mr. Black's list, is a builder working on a billboard outside the Washington Mall. You'll need a sniper rifle to take him out from a distance, so you head to your weapons stash and grab your PSG-1/.308 sniper.
As you approach the mall, you spot the billboard and the worker clambering around on it. You find a good vantage point nearby and set up your sniper rifle, taking a moment to steady your breathing. The sight of the gun is cold and unforgiving, but you push aside any doubts and focus on the task at hand. You peer through the scope, zeroing in on Mike Griffin. He's just a man, like any other, but with a price on his head. Your finger tightens on the trigger, and the shot rings out, echoing through the bustling streets of Vice City. Griffin's body slumps, and you know he's gone. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's to come.
The wail of sirens pierces the air as police cars race towards the mall. 2 stars wanted level. You quickly gather your gear and slip away, merging with the crowd of bystanders. As you walk away, you can't help but feel a tinge of guilt for what you've done, but you quickly shake it off. This is business, and you're in too deep to turn back now.
You glance at your watch, noting the time. It's getting late, but you still have work to do. You slide into your car, your mind focused on the next target: Dick Tanner, a security guard for DBP Security. According to your information, he's currently on duty at a nearby construction site. You check your gun, ensuring it's loaded and ready for action. As you approach the site, you can't help but feel the weight of your actions from earlier. The sirens have faded, but the guilt remains, lingering in the pit of your stomach.
As you pull up to the construction site, you spot Tanner patrolling the perimeter. You watch Tanner from the shadows, your grip tightening on your gun. The night is quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic and the occasional sound of machinery. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's to come.
Suddenly, a gunfight erupts between two rival gangs near the construction site. The night erupts in a cacophony of gunfire as rival gangs clash nearby, their weapons blazing and sparks flying in every direction. The construction site becomes a battlefield, with debris flying as bullets tear through the air.
You see your chance and seize it, taking cover behind a nearby construction vehicle. You train your gun on Tanner, knowing that this is your opportunity to eliminate him. You take aim, your hand steady as you focus on your target. Tanner, caught in the crossfire, doesn't stand a chance. With a single shot, you end his life, adding another name to the growing list of those who have felt your wrath. The gunfight between the gangs continues to rage around you, but you've accomplished your mission. As the gunfire between the gangs begins to subside, the wail of sirens fills the air. Emergency vehicles race towards the scene, and you realize that your three-star wanted level will make you a priority target. You need to act fast.
You slip out from behind the construction vehicle, keeping your head low and your gun at the ready. The chaos of the gunfight has provided some cover, but the police are quickly closing in. You spot an open door leading into the nearby construction site office and dash towards it, taking cover inside. Inside the office, you catch your breath and survey the room. A small desk, a filing cabinet, and a few chairs are scattered around. There's a window, but it's too high to jump from without risking injury.
Outside, the sirens grow louder. You know you need to find a way to lose the cops before they surround the building. Scanning the room, your eyes land on the filing cabinet. With a grunt, you push it in front of the door, reinforcing your barricade. The filing cabinet scrapes against the floor, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. You take cover behind it, your heart pounding in your chest. The sound of sirens is deafening now, a haunting reminder of the danger lurking outside. You peer through a small crack in the window, scanning the area for any sign of a way out.
Outside, a swarm of police cruisers surrounds the building, their lights flashing in a chaotic dance. You watch as officers spill out of the cars, weapons drawn, and form a perimeter around the entrance. Your heart races, but your mind remains focused, sharp. The adrenaline surging through your veins feels all too familiar – this is the thrill of the hunt, the rush of the chase.
But you can't afford to be reckless. Not now. You glance around the room once more, considering your options. There's a back door, leading to an alleyway. But it's likely guarded, crawling with officers. You weigh the risks of making a run for it, but decide that discretion is the better part of valor. Instead, you take a deep breath and focus on the world outside the window. The flashing lights of the police cars illuminate the scene, creating a strobe-like effect. You notice a group of officers gathered near a dumpster in the alleyway, their attention seemingly focused elsewhere.
Taking advantage of this brief moment of distraction, you quickly move to the back door. You grip the handle, turn it slowly, and slip outside. The cold metal of the doorknob against your skin, you carefully pull the door open just a crack, enough to slip through. The cool night air greets you as you step out into the alleyway, the sounds of the city dulled by the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
Your heart pounds in your chest, the thrill of the chase urging you to run, but you know better. Instead, you press yourself against the wall, your back flat against the rough brick, and listen intently. Suddenly you hear a faint crunch of gravel underfoot, and your heart skips a beat. You grip your gun tighter, your muscles tensing as you prepare for a confrontation. But then you see it – a stray cat, slinking away into the shadows. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, your heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
You glance around the corner, surveying the scene. The group of officers you had seen earlier is still there, their attention focused on something in the distance. Slipping away from the construction site, you take advantage of the ongoing gang fight to vanish into the shadows. The night erupts with gunfire and chaos as you move stealthily, your senses heightened. Your heart pounds in your chest, but you can't afford to make a mistake.
While maneuvering through the alleys, you overhear the cops discussing the demise of Dick Tanner, the security guard you were supposed to eliminate. Apparently, he fell victim to the crossfire between the gangs, becoming just another casualty in their turf war. You allow yourself a small, satisfied smile. Your plan has worked, and Dick Tanner is no more. The chaos of the gang fight has provided the perfect cover for your mission, and you've managed to slip away without a trace. You've proven once again that you're a force to be reckoned with in Vice City's underworld, and nothing can stand in your way.
You slip into the shadows, your movements fluid and graceful as you evade the police and make your way back to your safehouse. As you lie in bed, the weight of your actions presses down on you. The faces of Griffin and Tanner flash before your eyes, but you push the thoughts away. You have a job to do, and you can't afford to dwell on the past.