“Three shipments. Cuban buyers. They don’t know the cash is washed through your printing press yet. Keep it that way.”
Outside, a police siren wailed past. Neither man flinched.
“You’re late, Vercetti.”
Fever 105 plays “Juicy Fruit” while Tommy speeds through Ocean Beach, sirens blaring in the distance. Short Story Scene: “One Quiet Favor” Vice City, 1986. 2:47 AM. The Malibu Club’s back hallway smells of spilled champagne and regret. Gta Vice City Alberttanjh
“He’s feeding the fish off the pier.”
Mission complete. +Respect.
Albert finally raised his eyes. Cold. Gray. Like dirty ocean water. “Three shipments
Albert leaned back. The neon from outside painted his face in pink and blue.
“One more thing,” Albert added, flicking ash from his cigar. “If you ever touch one of my men again without asking… I won’t launder your money. I’ll launder you .”
“What’s my end?”
A long pause. Then Albert smiled — no warmth, just a slow curl of the lips.
He slid a thick envelope across the desk.
“You get to keep breathing, Tommy. And a few million in a Cayman account. Same as always.” Keep it that way