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June 18th, 2003Wide-eyed, a group of competitors stared at the stadium that they would soon be using for their fights. "Big, ain't it?" Tommy Vercetti was the only one that didn't share in the wonder of Vyse, Zelda, Pac-Man, Yoshi, and Luigi, who had all gathered there. They admired the huge stadium. "Geez, if you guys can't believe this damn thing's size, you'd be flabbergasted if ya ever saw New York City. Christ, none of you have ever seen anything like this?" "Just me." Sam Fisher walked up from behind the assembled group, smirking. "Fisher! ...You're not gonna arrest me, are ya?" "Not here for that. If I was here to arrest you, Vercetti, you'd already be in the brig." The two men shook hands. They had never actually met each other in the world, but both had made an effort to know their enemies when they got here. In a place where many of the people present were among the truly bizarre, Fisher and Vercetti were just normal people. They weren't a big ape or a grammarless emperor. They were only human. Meanwhile, someone very non-humanoid walked up the the huge stadium, admiring it. Luigi followed up the curious dinosaur, who unwisely had tried to take a taste of metal. Yoshi decided quickly that metal was not going to be a staple of his diet. Luigi was more curious about the inner dimensions of the stadium. "Hey-a? How-a many people does this-a fit?" Vercetti studied the outside for a moment, and made a guess. "Just ten grand or so." "What exactly does grand mean..." Vercetti shook his head. He had to remind himself sometimes... Some of the people present weren't exactly versed in mob street talk... Especially the Princess Zelda. "Ten thousand, princess." Vyse whistled in admiration. "Just? Vercetti, most of us have never seen ten thousand people gathered in one city, let alone a stadium." "Amateurs. Hey, Robin Hood over there, it's not too much in my world's terms. God... Diversity among worlds sure is a *****." Vercetti and Vyse had immediately became pretty friendly once they stepped into the tournament grounds. They were both thieves, though their style of theivery was very different... Vercetti robbed from everyone and kept it, while Vyse was more like a "Robin Hood" in that he robbed from the rich and gave to the poor. But despite the differences between the two, they got along, and Vercetti could finally trust someone, as trust just isn't possible in the mob. Vyse grinned. "Tommy, have you ever gone a day without swearing?" Vercetti shook his head, grinning. "C'mon, kid. Let's go to Nook's." "Don't rob it." "Damn." Next Entry Back |