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Tommy gunned the engine. The plane lurched. The RPG streaked past, blowing up a burned-out bus. Tommy banked hard, the landing gear scraping a satellite dish. He pulled the nose up as the city of Aleppo shrank below—a gray and brown wound on the earth, smoking.

The old country. Sonny Forelli was dead, but his tentacles had reached across the Atlantic to a network of cousins in Sicily, who had ties to a Russian oligarch, who had funded a militia in Syria. The chain of blackmail was simple: either Tommy Vercetti traveled to Aleppo to retrieve a lost Forelli heirloom—a cache of pre-war antiquities and a data drive with financial codes worth half a billion—or the evidence of his past murders would be leaked to the Feds. gta vice city aleppo

Vice City: Aleppo

He packed a single duffel bag. No suit this time. Kevlar vest, a silenced MP5, the Python, and a fake passport that identified him as “Ahmed Hassan,” a Lebanese antiquities dealer. Tommy gunned the engine

“Kill him,” The Son said, pointing at Tommy. “Or I kill your passport.” Tommy banked hard, the landing gear scraping a

His contact was a man named Abu Rami, a former history professor turned warlord. He ran the eastern district, a labyrinth of collapsed tunnels and sniper nests. Tommy found him in a basement library, surrounded by scorched books. Abu Rami was thin, with spectacles taped together, but his eyes were sharp as a scalpel.

The Chechen pilot reneged. He wanted double. Tommy shot him in the foot and took the plane himself. As the propeller churned to life on the highway, The Son appeared on a rooftop, a rocket-propelled grenade on his shoulder.