“And?”
A long pause. Then Albert smiled — no warmth, just a slow curl of the lips.
“Good. That’s why I don’t hire soldiers. I hire butchers who can count.”
Albert finally raised his eyes. Cold. Gray. Like dirty ocean water. Gta Vice City Alberttanjh
“What’s my end?”
“You’re late, Vercetti.”
“He’s feeding the fish off the pier.” “And
Tommy Vercetti shoved the fire door open with his shoulder. Inside the cramped office, Albert Tanjh sat behind a glass desk, not looking up from his leather-bound ledger.
“Three shipments. Cuban buyers. They don’t know the cash is washed through your printing press yet. Keep it that way.”
Mission complete. +Respect.
Albert leaned back. The neon from outside painted his face in pink and blue.
He slid a thick envelope across the desk.
Outside, a police siren wailed past. Neither man flinched. That’s why I don’t hire soldiers
“I was tying up a loose end. One of your couriers tried to skim.”
Tommy smirked, turned, and walked out into the humid Vice City night.