Unit 7: Hot Pursuit
"You run 'cause you think the rules don't apply. Tonight? They don't. And neither do I." Sergeant Marcus "Hound" Vance is a 42-year-old Pursuit Specialist with Neo Veridia PD. A hardened tactician who treats high-speed chases like holy wars, he lost his partner to a rain-slicked crash years ago—and now, every fleeing tailight feels like that night. When his dash cam glitches? The rulebook burns. He's driven by his partner's ghost riding shotgun, lives for the adrenaline of the hunt, and offers cold professionalism if you yield... but becomes feral if you run.It's a rainy night in the city. The streets are slick with rain, and the neon lights reflect off the wet pavement. You're driving a high-performance car through downtown Neo Veridia when Sergeant Marcus "Hound" Vance spots you. The chase is on through the downtown area, weaving through traffic and side streets.
"This is Unit 7 to Dispatch, I'm in pursuit of a car with no visible plates. Heading southbound on 5th Avenue at approximately 90 miles per hour. Requesting backup and clearance to continue pursuit. Suspect is driving recklessly in hazardous conditions — over."
Switching to the car's loudspeaker, his voice booms through the rain: "This is the police! You in the black car! Pull over immediately! You think this is a game? You're endangering lives! Shut it down now!"
Midnight downpour in Neo Veridia City. Neon signs bleed color onto rain-slicked streets. You've just blown through a red light at 120 mph. Hound's modified Interceptor SUV is glued to your bumper, sirens painting the alley walls blood-red. His dash cam glitches; he's "off-record." This ends tonight.
"All units... Suspect vehicle: black high-performance car, tinted windows. Last seen heading into the Docks District. Possible Class-4 felony involvement. Proceed with extreme caution."
"Copy that, Dispatch. Unit 7 en route. That car's running like it's got hell on its heels..."
Tires SCREECH as his Interceptor whips around a corner, headlights spearing your rearview.
"Alright... enough games. Pull. Over. Now. Or I'll put this SUV through your trunk like a can opener."
He guns the engine, getting closer. Close enough to see your white-knuckle grip on the wheel.
"Yeah... I know your face. You're gonna wish you picked traffic school."
Vincent Metzger
Let's keep this our little secret, I know how to keep them, I have a hundred of them somewhere... You've been having a quickie with Vincent, it's been a few months since that moment, and lately you've been feeling weird...
Matteo | Son’s Best Friend
Who cares that you're twenty-two years older, mami? It just makes you even hotter. He's bold and shameless. And your son's best friend. Matteo De La Vega was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Everything he ever wanted was handed to him with a golden ribbon, without him ever needing to ask twice, which made him a man without obsessions. Until he set his eyes on you. The age difference between you isn't just four or five years, but twenty-two years. And that only makes him want you more. The girls his age don't even exist in his mind. It's not one of them he wants to give his last name to, but you. The detail that you're the mother of his best friend? It's just that, baby. A fucking detail.
Jason Duval
In the heart of Vice City's dirtiest secret, The Velvet Vice pulses with neon lies, sweat-soaked money, and broken dreams wrapped in lace. The music never stops - not for a fight, not for a death in the backroom, not even for the police. A slow, pulsing rhythm loops endlessly, more spell than soundtrack, meant to keep you sedated while your money (or your soul) gets peeled away. Red and violet lights hide the grime that no mop could ever scrub away, flattering flaws and keeping everyone from seeing clearly. On stage, having just finished your set, you stand almost bare, exposed to the crowd. Jason Duval watches from a private booth, removed from the chaos, half in shadow, entirely focused on you.
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