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WELCOME TO GTA.
Prologue
(Headphones enhance bass, just music to set the tone :] )
Snow falls gracefully in the midst of the dark and brooding mecca of Alderney City. A bed of snow and frost blankets the ground in an almost white purity that would suggest a certain serenity about the area. But that was not the case here. White turns into drops of dark red as a trail seems to increase more and more in this substance as it leads into a darkened graveyard. A man slides on his bottom with an empty 9mm handgun in his right hand, as his left pulls him backwards up onto a tombstone. Another man walks from amongst the darkness with a silenced pistol and black gloves on, and lights a cigar.
Injured Man: "Fuck you, you piece of shit....ugh....you think Top is gonna let this shit ride? Huh?"
The other man simply puffs smoke from the cigar and non-chalantly fires three sharp bursts into the battered man's cortex, as his head jerks back and red sprays among the snow once more. His body goes limp as it slouches down onto the tombstone. The man walks away briskly as he spots an unmarked car that speeds off into the distance as a huge spotlight shines on the man and snipers and SWAT appear on the roof with lasers all beaming on him. The man simply smiles and places the pistol on the ground and places his hands behind his head, his calm glare composed behind his dark shades. He presses a button behind his ear on the brim of his glasses that set off explosions around the graveyard that created large smokescreens. The man picks up his pistol and bolts to the back of the graveyard where the chopper spotlight follows. He hops on a sleek black motorcycle and darts off on a snowy trail as the sharpshooters from the chopper begin shooting. He speeds off trying to control the mild speed wobbles sliding in the snow. The helicopter trails right above him as the light shines down on him.
???: "Told you we'd need those explosives..."
Man: "Just give me a window, cops are on my ass."
The man kicks up the gear on the bike as it jerks forward and the velocity increases. He gets back on the highway as it's relatively deserted on this snowy night. The man steers mildly to the right then to the left to shake the occasional gunshots being delivered. He looks back and discharges several bursts of fire from the pistol into the chopper, doing minimal effect. Alderney police sirens hollow in the distant background as the man cuts a turn cautiously inwards towards the city. The chopper stays on him as he maneuvers through backroads and alleyways. He exits near an underpass and reverses direction to throw the helicopter off. He darts from under the bridge and cuts into a nearby exit to get onto the freeway. Tunnel vision kicks in as he revs the bike to maximum torque and streamlines the bridge away from Alderney City.
???: "Window coming up. EMP ready but it's only be for about 7 seconds. Make it count."
Man: "Yeah."
The man looks up to his left and sees yet another chopper closing in on the bridge now. The light shines in the face of the cool-shaded man as he focuses ahead on the road.
Police PA: "DRIVER, STAND DOWN NOW. STOP THE VEHICLE OR YOU WILL BE SHOT."
The man returns a begrudging smile directly into the light of the chopper, which fades when the bridge tolls begin to ring, signifying the bridge was about to lift up for an underwater bypass. The man focuses ahead still, now with a more menacing look on his face.
Police PA: "NOT SO SMUG NOW HUH ASSHOLE??? SURRENDER NOW!!"
Man: "Get that window ready..."
???: "On your call..."
The bridge ramps begin to slowly rise as the chopper descends overhead and lines up with the gap of the two ends of the bridge. Gradually the road arises as the chopper waits for the man to get to their location, he wasn't slowing down a bit, so the sharpshooter begins to line up the shot. With the spotlight shining in the man's face, he can't get a good look of the ramp but decides to stay on track.
Police PA: "STOP!"
The man wheelies the bike as he begins to accelerate up the ramp and over the gap....right where the chopper is hovering.
Man: "Now!!!"
Suddenly the entire city blacks out. The chopper loses all of it's electronic and systematic functions as the sharpshooter looks at the pilot and quickly back towards the man who is now speeding like a bullet directly towards the chopper. He raises his gun to take the shot, but it's too late as the chopper runs through the chopper, taking the sharpshooter and two other SWAT officers with it as it zooms out the other end and crashes into the water. The man barrel rolls into the chopper and fires a shot into the co-pilot's head. The pilot starts to panic as the man throws the corpse from the seat into the river below, and buckles in before returning one final smile at the pilot. He fires a shot. Another body can be seen dropping from the chopper as the man takes control of the helicopter and the electronic systems come back online. The city lights up once more.
Man: "Dispatch we lost the suspect again we have lost suspect last seen headed south."
The man cuts off the scanner and radios in to his accomplice.
Man: "Well that was almost too easy."
???: "Ha ha....very funny....you get what you needed?"
Man: "Yeah...what we've been looking for....it's in San Andreas."
???: "Sooo we're moving?"
Man: "Yupp."
The man lights himself another cigar as he steers the chopper north and off into the cold night sky. He empties his right pocket to reveal a cell phone and a badge from the IAA. He rolls his neck around to crack the kinks in his tense body. His gruffy beard filled with blood and melted ice as he blows smoke through the police chopper. He pulls out a bloody picture that he got from the man he murdered in the graveyard. The picture shows an older man with an inscription on the back saying 'Tommy Vercetti: The Man That Made It To The Top'.
Man: "Top huh? Hmph...we'll see."
--------------------PRESENT DAY-----------------
Finally class was over. I was done for the day. I hastily walk from the campus as I make my way to my Vapid Dominator I just recently bought, well that my parents helped buy. I hit the parking deck and look at my beauty of a car as I unlock the doors and hop inside, the warm leather seats making me feel at ease. It may have been the middle of the week, but that wasn't stopping me. The Venturas Strip was calling me. Cheerleading was so preppy that it was boring. I wanted to be where the action was. I met a few dancers when I first got here, together we start hanging out and I guess formed an unofficial crew. They knew where all the parties were, all the live events, celebs, you name it. Beats staying in my dorm and programming all day or working on some project that I had done a million times before already.
I blast my music as I drive onto the freeway with my shades on and my outfit. The sun hits me as it warms my skin and my hair blows through the wind as I speed down the freeway. I was on my way to my friend Stretch's house. He was a fellow dancer that welcomed me with open arms when I got to this glorious place. Even though I don't drink he offered to but me rounds and shots, introduced me to some celebrities, and even gave me tickets to clubs and performances. In fact, a ton of men have offered me free stuff, I only accept the VIP offers. Greenglass wasn't having any parties until the weekend, so I would have to settle for nightlife. Ironically I don't party nowhere near like when I first turned 18...or in high school. Country girl gone city, that tends to have it's own wild stories. Dancing doesn't seem that interesting right? I mean of course it's entertaining to watch, but what people don't realize about the underground scene is that it is the most exhilarating, rushing, most phenomenal thing. My friends back home and I used to get into trouble from time to time staying out late and trespassing on private property dancing...among other things. It was fun, and now I'm at a place where people get paid at least thousands to do the same!? I was won from the start.
I hit the everlasting traffic of Venturas as I simmer in this blazing heat of the city. Tourists were already out and about marveling the wonderous taking in the sights that I enjoyed every day almost. The sun was already starting fade into the sunset as midday was here. I take out my phone to check my messages, which I had a good bit free VIP and offers at clubs. Cheerleading practice which was okay at times but all in all rather lame, especially when our sports teams at the college are doing nothing as far as games yet. How was I going to balance classes, practice, games, being a computer genius, and dancing on top of having time to actually go out? Life...at least it wasn't like back in the day when apparently the entire city was being run by the Triads. The ACTUAL Triads, that's insane. Crime was still crime in San Andreas, but there's a reason I picked LV. Relatively safe and secure aside from the occasional crackheads.
I can see the V-Rock Hotel in my sights, where Stretch and his brother lives. I'm a few blocks away now, as I wonder what the day has in store for me. Last year in college, I was about to do it big. I didn't know HOW big yet, but I wanted to do something...revolutionary.
Prologue
(Headphones enhance bass, just music to set the tone :] )
Snow falls gracefully in the midst of the dark and brooding mecca of Alderney City. A bed of snow and frost blankets the ground in an almost white purity that would suggest a certain serenity about the area. But that was not the case here. White turns into drops of dark red as a trail seems to increase more and more in this substance as it leads into a darkened graveyard. A man slides on his bottom with an empty 9mm handgun in his right hand, as his left pulls him backwards up onto a tombstone. Another man walks from amongst the darkness with a silenced pistol and black gloves on, and lights a cigar.
Injured Man: "Fuck you, you piece of shit....ugh....you think Top is gonna let this shit ride? Huh?"
The other man simply puffs smoke from the cigar and non-chalantly fires three sharp bursts into the battered man's cortex, as his head jerks back and red sprays among the snow once more. His body goes limp as it slouches down onto the tombstone. The man walks away briskly as he spots an unmarked car that speeds off into the distance as a huge spotlight shines on the man and snipers and SWAT appear on the roof with lasers all beaming on him. The man simply smiles and places the pistol on the ground and places his hands behind his head, his calm glare composed behind his dark shades. He presses a button behind his ear on the brim of his glasses that set off explosions around the graveyard that created large smokescreens. The man picks up his pistol and bolts to the back of the graveyard where the chopper spotlight follows. He hops on a sleek black motorcycle and darts off on a snowy trail as the sharpshooters from the chopper begin shooting. He speeds off trying to control the mild speed wobbles sliding in the snow. The helicopter trails right above him as the light shines down on him.
???: "Told you we'd need those explosives..."
Man: "Just give me a window, cops are on my ass."
The man kicks up the gear on the bike as it jerks forward and the velocity increases. He gets back on the highway as it's relatively deserted on this snowy night. The man steers mildly to the right then to the left to shake the occasional gunshots being delivered. He looks back and discharges several bursts of fire from the pistol into the chopper, doing minimal effect. Alderney police sirens hollow in the distant background as the man cuts a turn cautiously inwards towards the city. The chopper stays on him as he maneuvers through backroads and alleyways. He exits near an underpass and reverses direction to throw the helicopter off. He darts from under the bridge and cuts into a nearby exit to get onto the freeway. Tunnel vision kicks in as he revs the bike to maximum torque and streamlines the bridge away from Alderney City.
???: "Window coming up. EMP ready but it's only be for about 7 seconds. Make it count."
Man: "Yeah."
The man looks up to his left and sees yet another chopper closing in on the bridge now. The light shines in the face of the cool-shaded man as he focuses ahead on the road.
Police PA: "DRIVER, STAND DOWN NOW. STOP THE VEHICLE OR YOU WILL BE SHOT."
The man returns a begrudging smile directly into the light of the chopper, which fades when the bridge tolls begin to ring, signifying the bridge was about to lift up for an underwater bypass. The man focuses ahead still, now with a more menacing look on his face.
Police PA: "NOT SO SMUG NOW HUH ASSHOLE??? SURRENDER NOW!!"
Man: "Get that window ready..."
???: "On your call..."
The bridge ramps begin to slowly rise as the chopper descends overhead and lines up with the gap of the two ends of the bridge. Gradually the road arises as the chopper waits for the man to get to their location, he wasn't slowing down a bit, so the sharpshooter begins to line up the shot. With the spotlight shining in the man's face, he can't get a good look of the ramp but decides to stay on track.
Police PA: "STOP!"
The man wheelies the bike as he begins to accelerate up the ramp and over the gap....right where the chopper is hovering.
Man: "Now!!!"
Suddenly the entire city blacks out. The chopper loses all of it's electronic and systematic functions as the sharpshooter looks at the pilot and quickly back towards the man who is now speeding like a bullet directly towards the chopper. He raises his gun to take the shot, but it's too late as the chopper runs through the chopper, taking the sharpshooter and two other SWAT officers with it as it zooms out the other end and crashes into the water. The man barrel rolls into the chopper and fires a shot into the co-pilot's head. The pilot starts to panic as the man throws the corpse from the seat into the river below, and buckles in before returning one final smile at the pilot. He fires a shot. Another body can be seen dropping from the chopper as the man takes control of the helicopter and the electronic systems come back online. The city lights up once more.
Man: "Dispatch we lost the suspect again we have lost suspect last seen headed south."
The man cuts off the scanner and radios in to his accomplice.
Man: "Well that was almost too easy."
???: "Ha ha....very funny....you get what you needed?"
Man: "Yeah...what we've been looking for....it's in San Andreas."
???: "Sooo we're moving?"
Man: "Yupp."
The man lights himself another cigar as he steers the chopper north and off into the cold night sky. He empties his right pocket to reveal a cell phone and a badge from the IAA. He rolls his neck around to crack the kinks in his tense body. His gruffy beard filled with blood and melted ice as he blows smoke through the police chopper. He pulls out a bloody picture that he got from the man he murdered in the graveyard. The picture shows an older man with an inscription on the back saying 'Tommy Vercetti: The Man That Made It To The Top'.
Man: "Top huh? Hmph...we'll see."
--------------------PRESENT DAY-----------------
Finally class was over. I was done for the day. I hastily walk from the campus as I make my way to my Vapid Dominator I just recently bought, well that my parents helped buy. I hit the parking deck and look at my beauty of a car as I unlock the doors and hop inside, the warm leather seats making me feel at ease. It may have been the middle of the week, but that wasn't stopping me. The Venturas Strip was calling me. Cheerleading was so preppy that it was boring. I wanted to be where the action was. I met a few dancers when I first got here, together we start hanging out and I guess formed an unofficial crew. They knew where all the parties were, all the live events, celebs, you name it. Beats staying in my dorm and programming all day or working on some project that I had done a million times before already.
I blast my music as I drive onto the freeway with my shades on and my outfit. The sun hits me as it warms my skin and my hair blows through the wind as I speed down the freeway. I was on my way to my friend Stretch's house. He was a fellow dancer that welcomed me with open arms when I got to this glorious place. Even though I don't drink he offered to but me rounds and shots, introduced me to some celebrities, and even gave me tickets to clubs and performances. In fact, a ton of men have offered me free stuff, I only accept the VIP offers. Greenglass wasn't having any parties until the weekend, so I would have to settle for nightlife. Ironically I don't party nowhere near like when I first turned 18...or in high school. Country girl gone city, that tends to have it's own wild stories. Dancing doesn't seem that interesting right? I mean of course it's entertaining to watch, but what people don't realize about the underground scene is that it is the most exhilarating, rushing, most phenomenal thing. My friends back home and I used to get into trouble from time to time staying out late and trespassing on private property dancing...among other things. It was fun, and now I'm at a place where people get paid at least thousands to do the same!? I was won from the start.
I hit the everlasting traffic of Venturas as I simmer in this blazing heat of the city. Tourists were already out and about marveling the wonderous taking in the sights that I enjoyed every day almost. The sun was already starting fade into the sunset as midday was here. I take out my phone to check my messages, which I had a good bit free VIP and offers at clubs. Cheerleading practice which was okay at times but all in all rather lame, especially when our sports teams at the college are doing nothing as far as games yet. How was I going to balance classes, practice, games, being a computer genius, and dancing on top of having time to actually go out? Life...at least it wasn't like back in the day when apparently the entire city was being run by the Triads. The ACTUAL Triads, that's insane. Crime was still crime in San Andreas, but there's a reason I picked LV. Relatively safe and secure aside from the occasional crackheads.
I can see the V-Rock Hotel in my sights, where Stretch and his brother lives. I'm a few blocks away now, as I wonder what the day has in store for me. Last year in college, I was about to do it big. I didn't know HOW big yet, but I wanted to do something...revolutionary.
