Upon returning to your mansion, you find Avery, Ken, and Lance engaged in a heated discussion. Their voices echo through the opulent halls of your new domain, making the atmosphere tense and charged.
"Tommy, we have a problem," Ken starts, his voice tinged with urgency. "Since Diaz's death, some of the local stores have decided they don't need to pay protection money anymore."
Lance, always quick to anger, slams his fist on a nearby table. "These bastards think they can walk all over us now. We need to show them who's in charge."
Avery, with his distinctive cowboy drawl, chimes in. "This here's a delicate situation. We gotta handle it with a mix of force and finesse. If we come down too hard, we risk attractin' unwanted attention."
You nod, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Alright, I'll handle this personally. We need to make an example out of them, but we can't afford to draw too much heat."
The drive to the North Point Mall is tense, the streets of Vice City bathed in the neon glow of the setting sun. You park your Stinger a few blocks away from the mall to avoid drawing attention. As you approach the entrance, the mall's lights flicker, casting eerie shadows across the deserted plaza.
Once inside, you take a moment to survey the area. The mall is filled with shops that depend on your protection, and it's time to remind them of that. You move silently, your footsteps echoing through the empty halls.
You spot the first store, its bright sign mocking your authority. With a swift, powerful swing of your bat, the glass shatters, spraying shards across the floor. The sound is deafening, and it draws immediate attention.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" a security guard shouts, rushing towards you.
You turn, your bat ready. "Teaching a lesson," you say coldly.
The guard pulls out his baton, but you're faster. You duck under his swing and bring the bat up, striking him hard in the stomach. He doubles over, gasping for air, and you finish him off with a blow to the back of the head.
More security guards appear, alerted by the commotion. "Stop right there!" one of them yells, pulling out his gun.
You dive behind a nearby pillar as bullets whiz past. You peek out and see the guard reloading. Taking your chance, you rush him, knocking the gun out of his hand and delivering a flurry of punches. He goes down hard, unconscious.
You continue your rampage, smashing windows with relentless fury. Each shattering pane of glass is a message to the store owners: defy Tommy Vercetti, and you'll pay dearly.
"Someone stop him!" a shopkeeper cries out as you approach his store.
"You should've paid your protection money," you snarl, smashing his window. He cowers, backing away as glass rains down.
The police arrive, their sirens blaring. You can hear their orders as they move in. "This is the VCPD! Drop your weapon and come out with your hands up!"
You ignore them, moving to the next store. The police storm the mall, their heavy footsteps echoing. You need to finish this quickly. You smash the last window, the sound reverberating through the mall. Your HUD in the contact lenses flashes a 1-star wanted level in the upper right corner.
"There he is! Take him down!" an officer shouts.
You spin around, your bat ready. A police officer lunges at you, but you sidestep, swinging the bat into his ribs. He crumples to the floor, and you take off running, the police hot on your heels.
"He's heading for the exit!" one of them yells.
You sprint through the mall, dodging through crowds of terrified shoppers. The exits are in sight, but so are more police officers, blocking your path. The HUD updates to a 2-star wanted level, your heart pounding.
You grab a nearby trash can and hurl it at them, scattering the officers long enough for you to push through. Bullets fly past you, but you keep running, adrenaline pumping through your veins.
You burst out of the mall and make a beeline for your car. You can hear the police right behind you. You dive into your Stinger, gunning the engine and tearing out of the parking lot.
The chase is on. Sirens wail as the police pursue you through the streets of Vice City. You weave through traffic, the car tires screeching as you take corners at breakneck speeds. The HUD shows your current speed and the remaining distance to your mansion, adding to the urgency.
"You're not getting away!" a voice crackles over the police radio.
"Watch me," you mutter, flooring the gas pedal.
You lead the police on a wild chase through the city, dodging bullets and avoiding roadblocks. Your heart races, the thrill of the chase and the danger fueling your determination.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you manage to shake the cops. You pull into a secluded alley, the sound of sirens fading into the distance. You take a moment to catch your breath, your hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
With the police off your tail, you head back to your mansion. The drive is uneventful, but your mind races with thoughts of what just happened. You need to tighten your grip on Vice City, and fast.
Back at the mansion, you're met with approving nods from Lance, Ken, and Avery. "You did it" Lance says, a hint of admiration in his voice.
Ken adds, "The stores will think twice before refusing to pay protection money again."
Avery, with a grin, tips his hat. "You've sent a clear message. No one messes with us."
You nod, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "This is just the beginning," you say. "We've got a lot of work to do."
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Vice City News
Chaos at North Point Mall: Vercetti's Violent Message
Vice City - The bustling North Point Mall was thrown into chaos yesterday as notorious crime lord Tommy Vercetti sent a violent message to the local businesses that have been withholding protection money since the death of Ricardo Diaz.
Witnesses reported seeing Vercetti storm into the mall, smashing storefronts in a brutal rampage. "It was like something out of a movie," said one shaken store owner. "People were screaming and running in every direction. It was pure terror."
The Vice City Police Department quickly responded, as Vercetti's destruction drew increasing attention. Police units were dispatched to apprehend him. Despite the police presence, Vercetti managed to evade capture.
Sources suggest Vercetti's actions were a response to businesses refusing to pay protection money following Diaz's death.
As Vercetti's reign of terror continues, the people of Vice City are left to wonder what will come next.
-- The Sentinel