Disclamer: I do not own the rights for the GTA game or the cities or the characters in the game...however I do own the city I made up and the characters that I myself created.

A/N: This is my very first story that I just created on here. The fictional city is based on Tallahassee, Florida. Also I dont mind any comments or things that need to be fixed, or added. Any of those will do. So go easy on me folks! Enjoy the beginning of the story and hopefully if anyone likes it, I'll continue :)

David De Palma stared at himself in the mirror. The mirror was still steamy from the shower he took not to long ago. He then, went into the medicine cabinet to grab some Italian cologne and applied a spritz of it on his neck. He took a good look at his face, which contained a no nicks or bumps. He looked at his hair and saw it needed a trim.

David was 6'3 and was twenty-five years old His dark brown eyes were probably the best feature on him, along with his olive colored skin and, his muscular body he kept in shape every single day.

It was early in the nighttime and the sun was just setting in Daytona City, Florida setting the mood for him. To a very small few, he was known to quickly pull his gun out when it was necessary and be professional about it. When it came to stealth, he was silent. When it came to laying the murder game down, he always won. To some people he had the gift of gab, ruthless, and intelligent which made him a triple threat to many.

He grabbed his silver plated watch and looked at the time. It was almost time for him to go out soon. He walked out of the bathroom stark raving naked and in his bedroom, and started putting on his clothes. He had on a pair of slacks along with a black sweater. He grabbed his shoulder holster and pulled open his first drawer. Inside laid two handguns; a pair of black and white two toned colored, M92F Beretta's. David put the two guns in their holsters after loading them and grabbing an extra clip for each gun.

The next thing he did was propped his leg up and grab a small leg holster with a gun that was already in it. It turned out to be a Colt Mustang .380 back-up pistol. As soon as he got himself ready, he walked towards the large walk-in closet.

His first choice was a jacket that matched the color of his pants, and a pair of Doc Martins. The last thing he went for was his wallet and a pair of wraparound shades. As he began walking out the door he grabbed his car keys and locked the door.

The second he headed outside, the sun had already set. Nighttime fell like a large black curtain. David didn't pay any attention as he walked towards his car. His white 4-door Sentinel stood by the lamppost as the light shined dimly on it. He had the car for quite sometime, and it helped him a lot when he first started his line of work.

He had it supercharged, along with the interior, which used to be a grayish color was now a white leather. He also had it changed the transmission from automatic to stick shift, cause it he realized he could go a bit faster while driving on manual, even if he had to shift gears constantly. He also had the car's V-4 cylinder engine replaced with a V-12 engine. The only problem was that it was a gas-guzzler when he got the engine replaced.

He got inside the car and revved up the engine and drove out into the already busy nightlife. He drove down the Red Light District, as he looked on his side and saw what the streets had to offer. A junkie injecting himself with heroin and making mucous sounding noises and smiling before going into a state of unconsciousness, while he saw a few prostitutes looking for customers, like a predator stalks her pray. He looked on his other side and saw a badly dressed pimp who thought he was still in 1972, cussing out his 'employee' and smacking her hard in her face, causing her to fall to her knees and spit out blood on the dirty asphalt.

He stopped by a traffic light and turned on the radio to a classic 90's R&B station Soul 91.7 FM. The sounds of Blackstreet was playing in the car as he made a turn down over to Club Sugar Daddy. He could hear the constant bass thumping of the music being played. He parked the car across from the club, and listened to the music as a hooker saw his ride and walked awkwardly in her high heels.

She was dressed in fake blond wig, along with a miniskirt that looked uncomfortable on her with a slightly torn top. She had on way too much make-up and looked far too young to be selling herself.

She leaned down and asked him to roll down his window, and bent down showing David her assets.

"Hey baby, looking for some fun?" The young prostitute asked licking her chapped lips.

A bit disgusted in what she was presenting, he shook his head softly while the music was still playing a bit more. She looked at him slightly insulted and tried at a different approach: the direct approach.

"Come on sweetie, I know you the money for some of this. I'll tell you what if you give me a chance; I'll suck you off for only ten bucks. I'll even let you cum in my mouth and I'll even swallow every drop…or even my face, what do you say to that?" The woman said smiling to herself, thinking she made a perfect sales catch to him.

David on the other hand, wasn't buying it at all. "How bout this deal…you turn around and go bother some other mark that isn't working for your boss Randy and I go on about my business. Now do we have a deal?" David said lowing his shades down slightly, showing her, his chocolate brown eyes and raised an eyebrow.

The hooker looked at him in a bit of shock. "Oh my God! Mr. De Palma, I didn't exactly know it was you…please don't tell him please? He's going to get at me for this if he found out I was trying to lower my rates," said the young hooker, who was quickly feeling stupid.

David showed a small smile and said, "Don't worry…I won't mention this to him…no get going, I think I saw a few construction workers off their shift, and they might be looking forward to your 'services'."

Immediately, she listened and took off nearly stumbling in her heels as he quietly listened to the last few minutes of the music. As soon as that was finished he got out of the car and strolled on by inside after paying a ten-dollar cover charge to the cockeyed bouncer that was eyeing him up and down. Inside the club the music was constantly pumping loudly, men were throwing away their hard earned dollars on food, liquor, and fine ass women gyrating either on the poles, on men's laps or on each other to make the guys throw even more money.

David was no stranger as a busty brunette waitress who greeted him with a smile so big and beautiful, it would make any married man, cheat on his wife.

"Hey Davey boy, how you feeling?" She asked giving a fellow drinker another Heineken.

"Nothing much Cathy. Just get a me a…""

Before he could finish, Cathy already knew his order. "A rum and coke, two slices of lime, crushed ice and not the cheap brown stuff right?"

David smiled as she got his order down correctly. "Also a Heineken chaser if you don't mind."

She started making his drinks with no problem, seeing that rum and coke was the easiest thing to make in the joint. In a few short seconds she handed him a small glass filled with his drink and two pieces of lime.

"I'll have the beer in a minute," said David sipping his drink slowly feeling it go down his throat.

"Anything new?" Cathy said pouring a glass of bourbon and giving some to a stripper who was tired of giving out lap dances.

"Well I figure I'd come out here, and see if Randy was here for a change…haven't been able to hear from him all month since I've been back." David said taking another sip of his drink.

"Well he is here…he's just a little busy right now." Cathy said showing a bit of concern.

"Well I need to speak to him for five minutes." David finally said and swallowed the rest of his drink.

"David!" Cathy called out as he walked away from the bar.

Randy's office was across from the club with a white sign painted in red 'Keep The Fuck Out!' Simple words. In front of the door stood Bolo, Randy's bodyguard. The black man stood at 7'3 and was looking seriously well built in his shirt. The man didn't really need a gun at all; instead he would let his fist do the talking. David was going to have to try and get access to see Randy.

He walked on over, ignoring some of the girls asking him if he wanted a lap dance. By the time he arrived, Bolo stood there like a statue, ready to kick some ass if David didn't come correct.

"Hey, I need to speak to Randy. It's some urgent business." David said looking up at the giant.

In a husky voice Bolo replied, "Who's you supposed to be, the police or something?"

"Look, I need to speak to him right now." David said this time in a demanding voice trying to size him up.

"I'm gonna ask you again. Who…the…fuck…is you…supposed to be? Unless you got an appointment you need to step the fuck off and enjoy your time here. Now back up, before you get tossed up out of here."

Just as David was about to open his mouth, someone opened the door. It was none other than Randy De Palma. He stood at 6'5 and had on an athletic frame. He had blue eyes, as well as slicked back hair. was wearing an Armani black pinstriped suit and chewing a piece of gum. He looked up at Bolo and rolled his eyes."

"What's going on?" Randy asked his bodyguard looking pissed.

"Well…it…I-I was gonna tell…" Bolo sounded like a kid getting his hand caught in the cookie jar.

"You know what? Fuck it…just walk around and do your goddamn job please?" Randy said nearly yelling at Bolo through the music.

Bolo nodded and slinked away from the two, while Randy and David walked into his office. Inside the office was a large fish tank holding several kinds of small fishes, as well as a large desk with several stacks of money and even a few small cellophane bags of cocaine and Angel Dust. On the floor there was an animal skin rug of a white Siberian tiger along with a small plastic baggie of cocaine and a small straw used for sniffing.

Randy closed the door and greeted him with a brotherly love hug.

"Bro, its good to have you home again, you were away for too long!' Randy said hugging him tightly.

"Its good to see you too big brother. Man how long as it been? Four years?" David asked sitting on the desk.

"Yea you could say that…a lot has changed since you moved out to Vice City." Randy said as he opened the lacquered liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of Scotch. "Drink?"

"Nah, already had my usual. By the way, who the hell was the guy guarding the door? He looks like the big black guy from 'The Green Mile'

Both brothers started laughing as the phone on the desk rang. Randy sat back down on his chair and quickly picked it up.

"Hello? Hey James, we need to head over to…what, you can't? Why the fuck not? Your wife's pregnant? Give me a goddamn break. No, don't give me 'your sorry'. Thanks a lot for nothing, you motherfucker you." Rand slammed the phone down pissed off. "Can't find any fucking helps these days…wait. David how would you like to go for a drive with me down to Little Cuba?"

David started to shake his head. "Randy, you know me man, I don't do that drug dealing shit."

Randy took a good look at him and started laughing. "David come on, its nothing like that. Just need to pick up a few girls, while I do the drug dealing. I know you need the money. Why else would you come down here?"

David was a bit offended but walked up to him and got right up to his face. "You think I'm some fucking charity case? I only came down here cause I heard you own this place. You think I would come down from Vice City just to plead to my brother for some fucking work?"

Randy shifted himself and raised an eyebrow. "Well? Did you? Come on little brother just do this favor for me ok? You do this; you get $500 for every girl you pick up. Is that all right with you?"

David looked at him and thought to himself, $500 for every girl I pick up? Sounds to me like he needs me…but why me? He hardly ever asked me to do anything for him. I'm beginning to hate the idea of this.

"Hey! David, what you thinking about?" Randy said popping his brother on the back of his head.

"Oh…nothing. I'm in." David said glancing at him.

"Well all right then, lets go. We'll take your car. Maybe you can show me how they drive in Vice City, on the way there."

Randy turned around and grabbed a large suitcase and checked the contents. Inside were, stacks of fifty and hundred dollar bills neatly stacked inside the case. He closed it quickly and pulled out a pistol from underneath his desk. It was an H&K USP pistol. He checked the safety on the gun and thumbed it off.

"You ready to go bro?" Randy said putting the gun in his pockets of his suit.

David nodded, as was told to hold the suitcase on their way out. As they walked outside, Bolo hurried along with Randy.

"Not this time Bolo…I'm going go out with my brother for a while." Randy said gesturing to David.

"But sir…"

"But nothing Bolo…now take ya big ass up from under me, and keep an eye on the place for me. You're doing a good job all right?" Randy trying to give Bolo an ego boost.

Bolo smiled and walked away and Cathy came into the picture. Her face looked flushed like she was either drinking or was pissed.

"David! You didn't pay for the drink I made for you." Cathy said rather in an upset mood.

David shrugged and Randy laughed. Normally David would have paid for his drinks but due to his lack of funds, he would have been considered short.

Randy pulled a fifty-dollar bill and stuffed in between her large breast. "Here sweetheart. Consider that a bonus. Now get goin' girl, people are thirsty and you know they will try to sneak over the bar to snag a bottle or two. Kind of reminds me of you little brother, when you were ten and, you used to sneak in the pot before dinner and mom would catch you, and pop you in the mouth for not knowing any better." Both, Randy and Cathy started laughing hard while David looked at his brother embarrassed.

"Hey Randy, come on man…we got some work to do." David said showing his watch to him the time.

Coming to his senses he understood and headed outside with him. The two walked outside to David's car. Randy whistled looking at it.

"Wow…a 2001 Sentinel. Nice wheels little brother. Whom you steal it from?" Randy said laughing getting in the passenger side looking around in the car.

"Aw, come on. I didn't steal it from anyone," said David getting in the car. "I did a few jobs down Vice City…I used to work down at Sunshine Autos as a car seller. The boss was really nice…always had to go handle business but he was fair. So when I told him I was going to put in my last two weeks, he got this for me as a farewell gift." David started the car, and the engine roared like a wild lion in the night.

Randy smiled. "Nice…got insurance on this?"

David looked at him. "Nope…never got into a wreck or had it stolen. Show me the way alright?"

"Not a problem." Randy replied.

The car peeled off and cut a red light as it went down the street into the city's nightlife.