It's been thirteen years since I escaped Liberty city. After that miserable fall where everything had gone wrong, I wasn't sure where to go. I had been so busy slaving away for all those different gangs and trying to get my revenge on that crazy bitch that I didn't even think about what came after, or what would happen next. The cops were patrolling every damn street for me because of all the trouble and chaos I had caused, so I had to get out of there. I considered going back to San Andreas, but I knew there was nothing for me there and that it was too far away anyways. Vice City had fallen into decay after its golden age in the 80's, so that was no place to be either. I decided to buy a house with all the money I got in Port Poseidon, an up-and-coming town on the east coast, but still far away from Liberty City. I didn't want a life of crime anymore. Dodging the law for ten years had really taken a mental and physical toll on me. I got an average job as a cashier at a local weapons shop, since I already knew a lot about them anyways. Life has been peaceful, but as the years have gone on things have gotten pretty dull...
The sun shines through my bed room window as I wake up for yet another day of work. I grab a can of Sprunk as I head out the door to my Declasse Premier Sedan, sipping it as I drive to Ammu-Nation. Pulling up to Anderson road, I notice a black limo sitting right next to me. The windows are tinted a dark shade, but not too dark to see inside. Everyone in it is a guy wearing black suits, sunglasses... and they're all staring at me. What the hell? The light turns green, and we both go our seperate ways. I arrive at work, and see my boss, Jeff. He's a pretty cool guy, and we're real tight. "Hey, Claude! How's my favorite money machine? Expecting a LOT of customers today, so keep up the good work, O.K.?" I nod out a yes, getting straight to work. About twenty minutes after opening, I see a car stop in front of the store. It's the limo from before! Something's not right about this... The men get out of the car, six in total, and make a beeline into the store. One of them looks kinda familiar..."Hey, ya got any 9mm pistols? We need one for each of us." He has a Liberty City accent. This is getting really weird. Why would someone from Liberty City be in an insignificant town like this? I hesitate to get the pistols, but one of them motions towards them, as if rushing me to grab them. I fish them out from under the table, and place them on the counter. They put down their cash, and take the pistols. Just then Jeff comes out of the back. "Hey, guys, need help finding anything?" The men look at each other, as if deciding what to do. Why are they hesitating to answer him? "JUST DO IT NOW!" Suddenly they open fire on me and Jeff. I duck for my life under theb table. Jeff isn't so lucky. His whole body is penetrated by bullets, sending him up against the wall. The gunfire ceases. A few of the men leap over the counter, and almost on to me. Damn it! "Well, well, well, looks like you didn't get away after all. Boss, whaddya want us to do to with 'im? The man who I suspected to be their leader flashed a shit-eating grin. "Bring him to me. He's an old friend, and I think there's some catching up to do." An old friend? I didn't know this guy... or did I? The men drag me over as I struggle to break free, but these thugs won't budge. "You remember me? I don't think you do. Still tryna be the strong and silent type, eh? Ever since you ran your coward ass outta Liberty, I planned for this day. I knew that I'd get my revenge on you sooner or later, and now it's here. The cops are comin', so I'll make your life a livin' hell some place else, but right now in case you still don't remember me... I'm Joey Leone."