Disclaimer: I do not own Grand Theft Auto. This story uses little to no GTA characters, anyway.

The Plan

I was a normal boy once, I was like any other kid my age. Until I met Michael and Paul. Those two were destined to fall into the wrong path. They were bad ever since grade school. It used to scare the shit out of me when we were young...they committed crimes, sure, but it was all small time. They had the idea of making a gang. It wasn't my fault at all. They converted me to a life of crime.

I suddenly woke up in a cold sweat, the clock blinking on and off. The power must have gone off sometime during the night, it had been storming pretty badly. I sat up, looking out my window. Yep, a fucking tree right on the power line. I looked down at my shirtless torso, a big 'SJ' being on my abdomen. I frowned a bit. I was a Southside Jester.

Yeah, I know what your thinking. "Damn, that's a stupid name for a gang!" Well, just be glad it isn't some shit like 'Purple Pimps', because this author isn't creative enough to save his own life.

It wasn't the best decision I had ever made, but the actions have been taken and made, and the past can not be changed, as far as I know.

I slowly rose from my bed, it squeaking as I shifted around to get up, and went over to the closet, withdrawing a pair of pant shorts, shorts so long, they may as well be pants. They were black with the initials of my gang, 'SJ', on the back pocket. Custom made. Then I grabbed a nearby tank top from on the back of a wooden chair sitting lonely in a corner, putting it on. I slipped a basketball jersey, that had our colors of black and blue on it, over the tank top.

I slipped my sneakers on and went outside to get some fresh air. The smell of tobacco was heavy in my two room apartment. It was damn near flooded outside. I felt dreary already, just looking at the mess. I spat into the miniature lake that had formed about 10 feet below the balcony I was standing on.

I took out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes and tapped both ends of it on the palm of my hand. I didn't know what I accomplished by doing this, but it was a developed habit.

I put a cigarette between my lips, lighting it with my silver Zippo, slipping it back into by pocket once I was done with it. The air outside wasn't really any better then the air inside. I just liked being outside for some strange reason. I'd always been outside as a kid and a teenager. Now that I'm twenty eight years old, not much has seemed to change. Twenty eight fucking years old, and still acting like some teenager.

Gangs are foolish and some consider them to be for pussies and those who can't defend themselves, I know, but it felt as if it was the only family I ever knew. I wasn't the leader, or an important member, Michael and Paul both decided against it early on. I was just your regular run-of-the-mill soldier.

I sighed and though for a moment, staring out at the city before me.

Liberty City. The biggest shit hole in the country. This damn place is ridden with crime, from the Mafia, to corrupt cops, to the average crack head waiting for his next quick fix. That's all anyone ever wants. A quick fix. It's disgusting how everyone seems to be just wanting to make a quick buck, have a quick fuck, and get on their way.

It's been ten years since the gang was formed. We had a population of over one hundred men, plus a few different chapters farther than Liberty City. One in Vice City, it was doing pretty well for it's self. Another in San Andreas, it had control of an entire block. We were your typical gang. That's it, plain and simple. We were just a group of scum waiting for his ticket to Hell, to rot for the rest of eternity. I couldn't help it, though. I'm not a God, nor a very religious man. I just want to get my days over and done with in the fastest manner possible.

I proceeded down my stairs and onto the ground. I dug in my pocket and pulled out a used condom. How long had it been there? I tossed it over my shoulder and reached back in my pocket, pulling out my keys. I got in my Sultan, gleaming blue in the early morning sun. I pulled out of the parking lot a minute later, after I tuned my radio to a good station. It was time to start my day.

I was down the road and about to turn into the drive through of a nearby McDonald's when a gun shot rang out. I was used to this sort of thing, so I didn't pay any mind to it. But what I didn't know was that it was pointed at my car, the bullet piercing the side of my car and narrowly missed my leg. As grateful for that as I was, I got out of my vehicle to confront the shooter.

It was a homeless person, of course. Liberty City had a pretty bad homeless problem. It had just about every kind of homeless person imaginable. Ranging from that 'I lost my wife and kids, so I turned to drugs' to the 'I ate too much to pay my bills'. Then, there was the popular 'GUT DA FAWK OUT MEH HAWSE!!!' guy who would yell at you every time you get near his little box.

I swore to myself and got back in my car, not wanting to cause a bigger scene then there already was. It was clear the man was mental, so leaving him to what he was doing and going on about my business seemed to be the best idea at that moment. I got my food a few minutes later and went in the direction of the gang's hideout. Of course, minding all cliches, it was an abandoned warehouse.

I know, I know, you're saying to yourself, "This is getting to be like a cheap version of 'The Godfather'.." But, your wrong! Haha! We aren't like the Godfather, because we have MODERN cars, not jalopies that take up two and a half parking spaces.

I turned down a dark alley, got out, and put a tarp over my car...just in case. My 'brothers' don't take too kindly to people who've been followed..the last guy had a surprise vasectomy. It looked painful as shit, especially since they used a rusty old knife to do the cutting.

I entered the warehouse, only after eating my burger. If I would've entered with it, I would've had twenty guys asking me to "Go buy me a fuckin' burger, ya asshole!" And I just didn't have the money at the moment to splurge anytime soon.

They were discussing a plan to rob a bank in the city, so I just took a seat in the far back and started to listen in.

"This is gonna be so fucking fun!", one member exclaimed.

"Someone is gonna stroll by and hear ya screaming at fucking a hundred decibels! Shut the Hell up.", Paul whispered hoarsely.

"Okay, the plan is, me and Greg back there, are going to stroll in the front of the bank. We're going to get in line just like everyone else, then I want about four of your to come in guns blazing a few minutes after we get in. Try to wait until we get to the front of the line before you do. We'll get the money, Greg, you'll be after the safe by the way. The cops will probably show up so I want you all to be on your toes. You see one of them coming for us, aiming, you shoot at them. I don't care if you do or don't hit them, just make sure he is distracted. Make sure to wear your vests for this one, it could turn ugly real fast. I don't need more deaths and more blood on my hands."

Paul coughed slightly as he finished, being out of breath. He took out a pack of Black and Milds, taking one out and putting it in his mouth. He didn't buy them to smoke them, strangely, rather he bought them because he liked the flavor. He was against smoking, and was the only member of the gang that was against smoking.

We would all poke fun at him, laughing together, until he of course brought the fact up that we all would probably die before he did. At times like that, he was the only person laughing. Of course, there is the possibility of being shot down, but whatever.

He dismissed us, all of the other soldiers leaving at the same time. I walked over to the table and took a seat.

"So, what you been up to, Paul?", I asked him.

He turned to face me.

"I've been doing the same things I always have. By the way, you'll need a better gun then that shitty little pistol you've always carried around with you."

I shifted in my seat, listening to what Paul had to say.

"Not only will you be helping rob the place, you're going to be the driver. Get a good night's sleep before hand, don't need a sleepy driver.

We left a few minutes after everyone else did, taking Paul's car.

"This thing is pretty speedy, so be sure you don't press the gas too hard, don't want you to crash and kill us both today or when we initiate the plan."

I shot him an annoyed look, which made him chuckle. We sped down the road and pulled into the parking lot of the apartments I stayed in.

"Alright kid, cya tomorrow. Don't forget, get some sleep.", Paul said as he pulled off and down the road.

I sighed, taking steps two at a time up to my apartment. I was bored already and it was still morning. Time to watch some television and call for a pizza, I suppose.

This is the child of both chapters 1and 2 being fused together during revision, some changes in place.