In the year 2010, there was a particular city known as Revolution City that became known almost overnight. Not because of their sports teams though. No, it was because of a mafia family. The Finn family. Led by a young man named Michael Joseph. He was only 20 years old. His dad retired from being the leader, but he would give his son advice. Michael was married, had two beautiful children. His family got their money from arms dealing and video game design. Michael's great-aunt was also related to large-scale Russian mobster Vladimir family had protection from the Russian mobsters too. But, thing is, one day was out-of-the-ordinary for Michael and his crew. See, one day, he and his chauffeur, saw a young man robbing a convenience store. That's when Michael knew. So, he ordered his chauffeur to pick the robber up into his car and "drive like Hell." Once away from the action, the young man finally realized whose car he was in.

"Are you..?" he began.

"Michael Finn?" Michael, with his right eye being blue and his left eye being green staring right back at the robber, his heavy Irish brogue reflecting his fluentness in both Gaelic and English languages, and his short brown hair reflecting how young he truly was. "Yes. I am."

"Nice to meet you." the robber replied to his new accomplice. "Why did you help me out?"

"I figured 'why not?' Plus it's always nice to help those in need." he replied to him, smiling, showing he was not hostile, yet brandishing a golden M1911 pistol.

"True, well thanks for the lift sir." the robber, whose name turned out to be Patrick Iantosca, replied.

"Don't mention it. Hey, would you like to make an extra few bucks helping me out with some things I need taken care of?" Michael offered.

"Hell yeah. If it's money, I'm in." he replied.

"Good." Michael said. "I'll have a guy come by wherever you live to show you how we operate here."

"Sure thing." Patrick said, sharing his address as he stepped out of the golden Albany Roosevelt Valor.

After a few hours of robbing the convenience store, Patrick heard a car pull up into his driveway. It was a lack Enus Drop Diamond, and there were two men dressed up in suits smoking while standing outside his door.

Patrick opened his door, and saw the men there. "I assume you both are with Mr. Finn?"

"Yeah. Follow us." One of the men said as they all got into the Enus.

"So, did he show you the ropes of why not to cross the family?" the man in the passenger seatt asked.

"Uh, not that I remember." Patrick said.

"We'll show you then." they said, Driving off.

First, they showed Patrick Michael's golden Rhino Tank and P-776 LAZER fighter jet. Then, they showed him the businesses he owned. Including an Ammu-Nation superstore, a Rev-Town Customs shop, and his Video Game Design company, which is named "Lightning-Bolt Games Studios." Finally, they ended with a tour of his golden Cargobob helicopter and Cygnet dual-rotor attack helicopter, and then finally showing him his yacht, with many gun-emplacements.

After their tour of Michael's things, the driver then said, "So don't fuck with us. It'll be the last fucking thing you do."

"Understood." Patrick replied, when they finally arrived at Michael's mansion. With a 25-vehicle garage and more, he was in shock for a little. Finally they entered the actual mansion, where they saw Michael.

"Oi. Patrick, come in. Whiskey?" he offered.

"No thanks sir." Patrick replied.

"Well, there's a lot to discuss, come on." He then led him into a large living room area, where he saw Michael's two young children.

"Kids, I'd like you to meet someone. Patrick, these are my kids, Michael III, and Aoife Rose."

"Hi!" his children both said to the new visitor. Suddenly, Michael's wife came downstairs.

"Patrick, meet my wife, Kassandra." he smiled, "Kassandra, meet Patrick."

"Hello Mrs. Finn." Patrick greeted.

"Hello to you as well. Michael told me a little about you." she said as she walked past and out the front doors.

Suddenly, Patrick heard a dog growling from behind him. Upon turning around, he saw a large dog. "That's our dog, Kaiser." Michael said.

"Glad to know he's yours." Patrick said.

"He was with me in the military, so he's well trained." Michael continued.

"Even better." he replied.

"He's a German Shepherd Great Dane mix." Michael replied.

"I'm afraid of big dogs." Patrick replied to him. Michael then led him to the basement, closing the door behind them.

"So, I'd like to get past my part of the introduction. I was part of the U.S. Marines before I was honourably discharged in a place called Athostan in the Middle East. 1st Marine Division, 1st Tank Battalion. I was awarded two Purple Hearts, two Silver Stars, and a Medal of Honour. I was a Captain, and was the tank commander of an M1A2 Rhino tank. Which is what you've already seen before. I also flew the LAZER and Cygnet that you've probably already seen." Michael said.

"Well shit. You're an awesome person for serving." Patrick said. "I served too, but I was dishonourably discharged for sleeping with a girl in a brothel in Athostan. 2nd Marine Division, 8th Marine Regiment."

"Same to you as well. Doesn't matter, you still served." Michael said to him.

"So, what do you need me to do?" Patrick asked.

"How good are you with cars?" Michael asked.

"Fairly decent. Why?" Patrick replied.

"Well, I need you to cause a few Cheval Picadors to have a few accidents. Declasse wants to buy the copyrights to the Picador, to make their own versions, but Cheval won't bite. So, you need to make Cheval's stocks plummet so low that they have no choice but to capitulate." Michael said, "Can you handle that?"

"I can try." Patrick said.

"Good." Well, I have a Declasse Picador, if you want to see what they're going for here." Michael said.

"Sure." Patrick said, as they followed Michael to his garage. In it were plenty of vehicles. Cars, motorcycles, etc. The Roosevelt Valor was there. A Declasse Vigero SS, (1980 Chevrolet Camaro SS), a Declasse Hero, (1973 Chevrolet Chevelle SS), a few others, and there was the Declasse Picador, (1960 Chevrolet El Camino).

"Needless to say, make Cheval beg for Declasse to buy the rights to the Picador. Got it?" Michael asked.

"Say no more." Patrick said, as he went out to search for a few Picadors.