RPG Vice City: Islands of Sin.

[TheShinje]

[size=1] [i]There is a cargo ship heading for Vice Port, carrying loads of expensive cars and mysterious briefcases. Pastor Richards blesses the ship as it heads for port, carrying the expensive Banshee's Infernuses, and Deloreans. The ship docks, unloading the Deloreans First, these cars are Tax funded for the government officials and Pastor Richards gets one as well.

Suddenly, there is a massive explosion, confusion and panic ensue, as the precious cargo is lost to the sea. Pastor Richards and Steve Scott, the film director, are killed in the blast.

The government officials hatch a plan to got back in time to top the terrorists, believed to be the BlackerHeart, from executing, their master plan.

however, the BlackerHeart have stolen all the Deloreans that were unloaded, and are now running the entire city. It looks like it's up to the general scum and low lifes of Vice City, to band together to stop the evil attack, and, even if the Time travel plan fails, take revenge on the BlackerHeart...
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Aram Decarlos looks at the wreck of his beautiful container ship. He had been contracted to the job which had now gone horribly wrong.

He suspected, so did the FBI, that the Blacker Heart, a radical break off of the original Blackheart, were responsible.

"excuse me" said an authroitave voice, "Mr. Decarlos, we need to speak with you.

"who are you?" Decarlos asked the fed.

"My name is 'Flash' Parker, said the Agent. I work for the ATF division. we are here to investigate the explosion.
"so you don't go investigating it yourself" said another agent. N. Smith, A Vice City police Detective.

"yes, i know mr. Smith"
"call me 'Blank' " said the tired detective.

"I cna handle it" snapped mr Decarlos"
"we do not need vigilante justice right now" Flash Parker quickly replied.

Decarlos gets in his Infernus and drives off.

On the other side of the city, trouble is brewing.

Flash: I'm going to go check out that guy, Quatre
Blank: the ex- member of blacker heart? he might know something, but it is doubtfull, if he knew anything, i'm sure Blackerheart would have him whacked like that
Flash: it is worth a try...

[Chaos]

[i]Blank figured the Hell with it. The port was crawling with blue suits already, and the FBI was starting to get around as well. Flash was already there, so Hell, why bother?

A short drive later, Blank was at, once again, The Malibu. He had already downed a bottle of Vodka, and was well on his way to his second. It had been like this for a week or so every night. He just didn't care that much now. The bar maid looked sinfully at the dectective, and decided to see what was eating him alive.[/i]

[b]Bar Maid:[/b] "Hey, listen buddy, not to be rude or anything, but each shot is about five bucks each. Not that you're poor or anything, but damn. Why's a cute guy like you drinking his life away?"

[b]Blank:[/b] "Well... ...It's just one of those days. Thanks for the company and all, but I gotta get going."

[i]Slapping a one-hundred on the counter, not even taking his limited change, the Dectective just left, nodding briefly to the bouncer, a rather good-natured fellow who Blank himself let out of custody a year back because of a midtrial confession from the person who was sueing him. Something about how the guy tried to sneak into the club and the bouncer tossed him over his parked car. ******** then and ******** now.

Roaring his Sabre Turbo to life, he quietly listened to the broadcasts. Nothing that required him. A shooting on Starfish Island; trespasser on Diaz's property, no doubt. VCN chopper accident; got caught in the telephone wires, disabling half of downtown. Hit and run in Little Havana; the Coke Baron's pusher, most likely.

Running his hands through his hair, Blank sighed heavily, before pulling out of the parking lot behind the club. He made his way silently and quickly to Washington Beach, and parked his car in his reserved spot in the multiplex garage behind the apartments...and he made his way up to his suite, where he had a few more shots of whiskey.

It was around ten o'clock at night when the rain, like every night it seemed, poured down. It was, strangely, going towards the beach tonight, which allowed Mr. Smith to enjoy a balcony view of the sleeting downpour. It was here, amoungst the warm ocean breeze that the Detective passed out, on one of the reclining chairs that overlooked one of the best, yet one of the worst, cities in the world...[/i]

[TheShinje]

The phone rang in Aram Decarlos' condo, it was a red phone, connected to his boss, who he had never known personally, he just seemed to be a shadowy figure who barked orders in a squeaky voice.

Squeaky Voice: hey Aram, I trust you have my deloreans yet?
Decarlos: um, no ...
Squeaky Voice: ****, don't you think I know that already? I got a birds eye view on you remember!
Decarlos: so, what do you want then?
Squeaky Voice: I got information on the ones who bungled your mission, they are the Blackerheart, you know them?
Decarlos: yeah
Sqeaky Voice: Head over to the Stadium at the top of this island, and see what you can get, remember! this is your chance to make amends
Decarlos: yes mam, I mean sir.
Squeaky Voice: you better watch yourself (click)

As Decarlos drove off in his Infernus, he couldn't help but wonder who the squeaky guy was. How did he even know him in the first place? did he just ring a random number and bark orders? or did Decarlos meet him at one of his drunken parties?

As decarlos pulled into the stadium, he noticed the Blackerheart conversing.

Blackerheart1: okay, we know that everyone thinks we did it
Blackerheart2: Will they find out the truth?
Blackerheart3: not likely. they just want a scapegoat.

Then, who should pull up, but Pastor Richards! he had survived the blast, and was now conversing with Blackerheart

Blackerheart2: you will never get away with this!
Richards: oh, but I will, my master plan is working perfectly.
Blackerheart2: I will rat you out, you blasphemer of Religion
*mysterious shot takes out Blackerheart 2*
Richards: does anybody else, want to be a hero?
*other Blackerheart members run off into the night.
Richards: yes, feds, keep thinking it was blackerheart...

As Decarlos pulled away, he heard sirens in the distance, trouble was, could he get enough evidence to convince the FBI it wasn't blackerheart?