First Job, Ken Raymond's Mansion, Starfish Island, Wednesday, January 2, 1980:

Around midnight, the two women decided to head out toward Starfish Mansion. They knew that the trip shouldn't take a full hour, especially in the middle of the night, but you could never be sure with Vice City roads and traffic conditions. Michelle followed Anna to her '69 Ford. She hadn't realized it the night before, but the car was in terrible condition. The rear window was gone, the backseat was badly shredded, the fenders and the bottoms of the doors were rusted away, and the passenger-side wing mirror was gone.

Michelle climbed into the passenger seat of the car, and Anna twisted the key in the ignition. The car tried to start, but failed. On the second try, however, the car coughed and sputtered into life. Anna shifted the car into gear and the seven working cylinders of the V8 engine started to drag the car away toward Starfish Island.

"This is the sort of car you get for a hundred dollars," Anna explained through clenched teeth as she wrestled with the steering wheel, trying to keep the car going in a straight line.

The radio was on, and Michelle heard the DJ say in a deep, soothing voice, "This is Lionel Makepeace, and you're listening to Emotion 98.3."

An acoustic guitar began to strum, and Michelle recognized the song as "Driver's Seat" by Sniff 'N' The Tears. Michelle enjoyed listening to the song, as well as the next one, "Is She Really Going Out With Him?" by Joe Jackson. The song ended and turned into an ad just as the car pulled into the driveway. Anna put her foot to the brake, easing the car into a stop in front of the Raymond mansion. It was about ten minutes after midnight.

The women exited the car and Anna rang the doorbell. A long time passed, and Anna rang the bell again. Another long time passed, but the door opened. There stood Ken Raymond.

"Ah, good, you're here," he said. "I have a business deal going down at one. I'd like some extra security. It's going to be okay, I just want the extra protection to be safe."

"Where's the deal going down?" Anna asked.

"Right here. Just head inside and find a place where you can see the driveway."

The three of them walked inside and took a flight of stairs up to the second floor. They went into a bedroom which had a window overlooking the driveway.

Michelle asked, "What do I do if something does go wrong?"

Ken replied, "Use this." He reached into his coat and pulled out a .38 snub-nose revolver, handing it to her.

"Careful," he hissed as she took it. "It's loaded."

"Why do I need a gun?"

"In case something goes wrong. In case these guys try to rip me off or rob me."

"Oh my God!"

"Relax," Ken said. "I've done a few other deals with these people before. They're cool. You and Anna are just a safety precaution. That's all."

Ken left before Michelle could ask any further questions. After he left, Anna pulled out her gun, a .38 revolver much like the one Michelle had.

Michelle was more than a little alarmed that she was being asked to possibly turn a firearm against a fellow human being and asked, "What the hell is he buying anyway?"

"It's usually cocaine," Anna replied.

"Cocaine! You're in the drug trade? I'm in the drug trade?"

"Hey, don't knock it, it got me that little apartment and I got to complete high school, and it's going to do the same for you."

"I'm not sure I want to deal with drugs."

"Look, just work with me on this one deal, and tomorrow you can try to get a legitimate job. Cool?"

"All right, okay."

They looked out over the neatly manicured front lawn, split down the middle by the long driveway that ended in a circle surrounding a fountain just in front of the mansion. For a long time, nothing happened. Then, for a while, nothing continued to happen. Then there were a flash of headlights coming down the road, but they were just driving past the mansion. Then there was more nothing. Michelle and Anna were chatting about anything they could think to talk about just to keep themselves awake.

At long last, they saw headlights turn into the driveway and begin their approach toward the house. Michelle and Anna crouched beside the window, carefully watching as the car, now identifiable as a 1978 Pontiac Firebird, slowly navigated the driveway and went around the fountain. As the car approached, the headlights stopped illuminating the window, plunging the room into darkness, and the girls chanced looking through the window.

They saw two men get out of the Firebird, but they couldn't see either one of them very well, just silhouettes. Michelle could see that one of the men was carrying a pistol, though he was pointing it at the ground and didn't seem to be trying to intimidate Ken with it. Even so, she kept alert, the revolver in her hand, ready to snap over the windowsill in a couple of seconds.

Michelle heard the three men talk for a while. Then, the two guys got into their Firebird and drove off. She sighed with relief and lowered her weapon. A couple more minutes passed, and there was a knock on the doorframe. It was Ken. Anna got up and approached him. Michelle followed Anna.

"See," he said. "Told you there wasn't going to be an issue. Thank you for watching my back though."

"Sure thing," Anna responded. Michelle wanted to say the same thing, but the words caught in her throat.

Just as she was starting to get the words out, Ken continued, "Here's something for both of you." He reached into his pocket and gave each of them a $50 bill. "Thanks again. Have a good evening." He turned and walked away, before pausing again to say, "Oh, yeah, Michelle, you can keep the gun." Then he walked away for good.

Anna and Michelle went back to Anna's car. Anna started up the engine, and the radio came back on in the middle of "Wait A Million Years" by The Grass Roots. After that was an ad for "Release, the gum that shoots a load in your mouth."

By two in the morning, the women were back home. They sat on the couch and began to talk, keeping their voices low owing to the lateness of the night. Despite the lateness of the hour, neither one of them was particularly tired.

Anna went into the kitchen and came out with two bottles of beer, which she then popped the caps off of. She passed one to Michelle. She accepted the beer, thanking her host.

"You ever have a girlfriend?" Michelle asked.

"No. You?"

"No."

There was a long, awkward pause. Finally, Anna asked, "You want to play cards?"

"I only know five-card poker and Bullshit."

"Ah."

There was another pause.

"We could play a board game."

"That sounds good. What games do you have?"

"Risk and Monopoly."

"Monopoly sounds good."

Anna went off, before returning with an unopened Monopoly box.

"I don't play board games much," Anna said. "The drawbacks of living alone."

"Until yesterday."

"Until yesterday."

They opened the box and began their game of Monopoly. It took three hours and many beers, but Anna won the game in the end. By this point, it was very late, and both of the young women, pretty drunk at this point, were tired and ready to go to bed. Michelle lay down on the couch, pulling the blanket over her. Anna went into the bathroom to change into her pajamas, then switched off her lights and lay down on her bed in the corner of the room. Both women soon drifted off to sleep.