Tommy smiled, a plan forming in his mind. "I want it all," he said.
As the clock struck midnight, Tommy made his way to the warehouse, the city lights reflecting off the wet pavement. He arrived at the warehouse, and a figure emerged from the shadows.
Tommy hung up the phone, a sense of excitement and anticipation building in his chest. He knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in his life, one that would take him deeper into the heart of Vice City than ever before.
The voice on the other end laughed. "Very well, Tommy. Meet me at the old warehouse on the docks at midnight. Come alone."