章 63: Chapter 63: Biker Brotherhood

With your wounds bandaged and your determination renewed, you head back out to The Greasy Chopper. The bar is located in Downtown, Vice City, directly opposite Howlin' Pete's Biker Emporium. It's a rough-looking place, the base of operations for the Bikers led by Mitch Baker. The exterior is unmistakable with its rugged charm and the array of Angel motorcycles typically parked outside.

You park your car and step out, take in the scene. The air is filled with the sounds of revving engines and loud conversations. The walls of the bar are covered with license plates, stickers, and flags, giving it an unmistakable biker vibe. As you push through the doors, the heavy scent of motor oil and stale beer hits you. Inside, the atmosphere is buzzing with activity. There's a jukebox blaring rock music, a couple of pool tables, and several pinball machines scattered around. Posters of the Mambas add to the gritty decor, and a stage with musical instruments set up hints at the occasional live performance. The place has a gritty, rebellious charm, with its worn-out facade and flickering neon sign.

You approach the bartender, a burly man with a beard and a sleeveless denim jacket. "I'm looking for Big Mitch Baker," you say.

The bartender eyes you warily. "Who's asking?"

"Tommy Vercetti," you reply.

He grunts and nods towards the back, where a group of bikers are gathered around a pool table. "He's over there, playing pool."

You make your way to the pool table, where you see a large, imposing man with a shaved head and a leather vest. He looks up as you approach.

"You must be Baker," you say.

"You not look like a pig, you've yourself got 1 minute." he says, edging you.

"Ken Paul said you might be interested in pulling security for a gig he's got set up." you answer.

Baker chuckles, shaking his head. "Ken Paul, huh? The last time he was here, he left through the window in nothing but his limey birthday suit. Why should I trust you?"

You lean in, meeting his gaze. "Because I'm not him. Are you interested or not?"

Baker scratches his chin, considering. "We only do favors for our own."

"How do I join?", you ask.

"This ain't no country club, boy," Baker says, a grin spreading across his face. "Can you handle a bike?"

You nod. "Can you sit on a stool and drink?"

He laughs, slapping you on the back. "Alright, Cougar, Zeppelin, let's see what this lady here can do."

Cougar, a towering figure with broad shoulders and a muscular build. His sleeveless leather vest, adorned with patches and studs, reveals a tattooed chest and powerful arms. A thick beard and dark sunglasses hide his rugged face, while long, unkempt hair peeks out from under his black helmet. Confident and authoritative, he carries a pool cue casually in one hand, steps out.

Zeppelin, he stands out with his intimidating presence and distinctive look. He sports a red bandana tied around his head, keeping his short hair in place. His goatee and mustache frame a stern face marked by a few scars. He wears a black leather vest over a t-shirt emblazoned with a skull logo. His muscular arms, adorned with tattoos, peek out from the sleeveless vest. Zeppelin's steely eyes and no-nonsense demeanor make it clear he's a seasoned biker, not to be trifled with. His gravelly voice adds to his tough, streetwise image, making him a prominent figure, follows suit. "Come" he says.

Outside, you mount one of the Angel motorbikes used by the gang. It is a robust, heavy-duty motorcycle with a classic chopper design. Features a long, low-slung frame with wide handlebars and a comfortable, padded seat built for long rides. The bike's body is painted with a patriotic theme, showcasing red, white, and blue stripes. It has chrome accents on the engine and exhaust pipes, giving it a polished, menacing look. The large, powerful engine ensures it can handle high speeds and rough terrain.

Feeling the powerful engine rumble beneath you. Cougar and Zeppelin take their positions beside you, engines revving. "Alright, let's see what you can do," Cougar shouts over the roar of the bikes.

The race begins with a deafening roar, tires screeching as you tear down the street. The thrill of the race surges through your veins, the city dashing back. The two bikers try to cut you off at every turn, but you hold your own, maneuvering the Angel with skill.

Zooming through the streets, you catch glimpses of pedestrians diving out of the way, cars honking in protest. The police notice the commotion, and soon, you hear the wail of sirens behind you. The tension rises up, and you push the bike harder, dodge through traffic to shake the cops.

"Come on, you can do better than that!" Zeppelin taunts, his voice barely audible over the wind.

You grit your teeth, focusing on the road ahead. The adrenaline pumps through you, and you find yourself gaining ground. The police are relentless, but you manage to stay ahead, taking sharp turns and narrow alleyways to lose them.

"Too close for comfort, huh?" Cougar shouts, grinning as he sees you pull ahead.

You smirk back at him, the adrenaline pumping through your veins. The roar of the engines fills the air, blending with the sounds of the city. The streetlights blur into streaks of light as you focus on the road ahead. You turn the tight corners with precision, feeling the bike growl to every subtle movement.

Zeppelin pulls up beside you, trying to edge you out. "Think you can keep up?" he taunts, his voice barely audible over the roar of the bikes.

"You wish!" you shout back, leaning into the turn and accelerating out of the curve, leaving Zeppelin momentarily behind.

As you blast through the main streets, you narrowly avoid a collision with a taxi, swerving just in time. The pedestrians on the sidewalk scatter, some shouting in surprise. You can see the shock in their faces as you speed past, a speed ball of metal and leather.

Ahead, you see a series of buildings with rooftop access. Cougar points towards a narrow alley leading up to a ramp. "To heaven?" he challenges, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"To heaven!" you grin, gunning the throttle and heading for the ramp. You hit it at full speed, the bike soaring through the air and landing smoothly on the first rooftop. The buildings are close together, creating a narrow path of concrete and steel. You navigate the tight spaces, dodging air conditioning units and vents, feeling the rush of adrenaline as you jump from one rooftop to the next.

Zeppelin and Cougar follow close behind, their bikes thundering across the rooftops. "Don't look down," Zeppelin calls out, his voice tinged with excitement.

You glance down briefly, seeing the street several stories below. The height and the danger only fuel your excitement. "This is nothing!" you shout back, leading the charge across the rooftops.

At the end of the rooftops, you spot a makeshift ramp leading back down to the street. You hit it at full speed, the bike flying through the air and landing with a jolt on the pavement below. Cougar and Zeppelin follow suit, the sound of their engines echoing in the narrow streets.

The police sirens grow louder, signaling their relentless pursuit. "We've got company!" Zeppelin yells, glancing over his shoulder.

You see the flashing lights of the police cars gaining on you. 2 stars light up on your HUD. "Time to lose these bastards," you mutter, accelerating down a narrow alley. The alley is filled with obstacles—trash cans, dumpsters, and stray animals. You twist through them with skill, feeling the rush of narrowly missing each obstacle.

Cougar and Zeppelin are right behind you, their faces fill with exhilaration. The police cars screech to a halt at the alley's entrance, unable to follow you through the narrow path. "Nice move," Cougar shouts, his admiration clear.

Bursting out of the alley, you find yourself near a construction site. But instead of taking the obvious route, you veer towards an open manhole. "Down here!" you shout, leading the way into the dark, narrow sewer tunnels.

The tunnels are damp and filled with the stench of the city's underbelly. Your headlight cuts through the darkness, illuminating the tight, winding path ahead. The sound of the bikes echoes off the tunnel walls, creating a cacophony of noise.

"This is insane!" Zeppelin shouts, barely avoiding a low-hanging pipe.

"Just keep moving!" you call back, navigating through the twists and turns of the tunnel. The police can't follow you down here, but the maze-like structure is a challenge in itself.

You finally see a faint light at the end of the tunnel, indicating an exit. You speed towards it, emerging onto a wide avenue. The sudden change in light and space is disorienting, but you quickly adjust, taking in the heavy traffic and the bustling city around you.

"We need to shake them off for good," you say, spotting a few police cars behind and a couple of mobile cranes up ahead.

As you approach the intersection, you notice the cranes are positioned perfectly for your plan. Their massive arms, suspended in mid-air, create a narrow gap just wide enough for your bikes. You signal to the bikers, and you all shoot through the gap in perfect unison. The cranes' arms swing slightly as you pass, adding to the tension of the moment.

Behind you, the police cars struggle to go pass the obstacle. The first cruiser tries to squeeze through but ends up scraping against the crane, sparks flying. The second car skids to a halt, tires screeching, unable to find a way past the blockade.

The sudden maneuver causes chaos among the pursuing officers. They slam on their brakes, the lead car swerving to avoid a collision. The intersection becomes a mess of flashing lights and honking horns as the police are forced to stop their pursuit.

"That was close," Zeppelin says, his voice filled with relief, as you all speed away from the chaotic scene.

You nod, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. The finish line is in sight, and you push the bike harder, feeling the engine respond with a burst of speed. Cougar and Zeppelin are right behind you, their bikes roaring as they keep up the pace.

As you near the finish line, you see a group of bikers cheering and waving flags. The atmosphere is electric, the air thick with anticipation. You glance over your shoulder, seeing Cougar and Zeppelin neck and neck, pushing their bikes to the limit.

"Give it everything you've got!" you shout, your voice barely audible over the roar of the engines.

With a final burst of speed, you cross the finish line, the crowd erupting in cheers. Cougar and Zeppelin cross just behind you, their faces flushed with excitement and exhaustion.

"You did it!" Cougar shouts, clapping you on the back. "Hell of a race!"

Zeppelin nods, a grin spreading across his face. "Not bad for a newcomer. You've got some serious skills."

You dismount your bike, feeling the rush of victory. The crowd surrounds you, shaking your hand and offering congratulations. The sense of camaraderie and accomplishment is palpable.

Mitch Baker approaches, a smirk on his face. "I've got to admit, I didn't think you had it in you. Welcome to the club."

You shake his hand, feeling the weight of his respect. "Thanks. It was one hell of a ride."

As the crowd begins to disperse, you catch your breath, the adrenaline slowly ebbing away.

After that, Mitch hands you the biker gang suit. You hold it up, admiring the style. It's designed with black leather, silver studs, and flames embroidered on the sleeves. The jacket is heavy, built for the open road, with a skull emblem on the back and a thick, silver chain draped across the chest. The matching black leather pants and boots complete the look, exuding power and rebellion.

You put it on, feeling the weight and authority of your new affiliation. The chain clinks as you move, adding an intimidating edge to your presence. The crowd's cheers fade into the background as you look at yourself, the image of a true biker warrior, ready to take on whatever Vice City throws your way.