Authors Note- I don't own anything, so keep your damn lawyers away.

Grand Theft Auto: The Yakuza Man

There are more pleasant things to do than beat up people.

-Muhammad Ali

The airliner touched down once, twice, three times before it managed to stay down on the tarmac. Inside, James White handed his wineglass to the to the steward and stood. Before the plane had stopped moving, he stood at the door, waiting for it to open. When it did, he was the first down the ramp, and instead of heading inside the terminal; he walked down the side road until he arrived at the small parking lot on the left side of the road. Inside was his car, a sleek new fiery red Infernus. He stepped in and sat down in the low seat. In the passenger seat was a manila envelope. Inside was an envelope, map, and plastic card. Flipping the dome light on, he looked over the letter.

Mr. James White

We of the Liberty City Yakuza formally welcome you to our branch of the family. We have heard of your exploits in Myer City, and have decided to take the word of your friend Mr. Choi. Please report to Mr. Kasen in the Staunton Island casino for your full acceptance. We look forward to working with you Mr. White, any person Mr. Choi says is a good man, must be so.

-Mr. And Mrs. Kasen

He replaced the letter in the envelope, and looked over the card; it was a plain white one with a barcode on the side and a number on the other. With a quick look at the map, he oriented himself. Placing it all back, he started the car, put it in gear, and pulled out of the parking lot.

He got all the way to the center of the Staunton Island Bridge, before he noticed that there were no other cars. He waited at the raised section of bridge for close to a half-hour, before he finally pulled his car into a U-turn, and peeled out in the other direction. Annoyed, he slammed on the breaks at the first pedestrian he met and rolled down his window.

"What the hells wrong with the damn bridge?" he snarled.

The young man looked at him, startled.

"The bridge is broken, they're missing a gear, it's stuck in the "up" position."

James sat for a moment, then looked around.

"So how do you reach the Island?"

The young man snorted. "You don't."

With that, he turned, and walked off, ignoring any more of Whites questions. James rolled up his window. This was great, he needed to get to the casino, and he needed to do it NOW.

He sat there for a few moments, ignoring the curses and screams from the other drivers as he blocked the traffic. After a few, he decided that if he was going to be stuck here, he needed to find a room. So, revving the engine, he took off, peeling out down the road.


Robert Barnes walked down the road. To his side, the Sex Club 7 advertised its contents. Looking around, he quietly entered a building a little ways down the street. Moving swiftly, he climbed the stairs to the third floor. Entering one of the vacant rooms, he walked to the window.

He placed the briefcase he was carrying on the table next to the window and clicked it open. Inside were the disassembled pieces of a military model M24 sniper rifle. He slowly assembled the rifle, taking his time to make sure everything was in working order. When he was done, he took his time lining up his shot, placing the crosshair at the entrance to the club. There he waited, but for only a few minuets before something happened.

A green kuruma pulled up, on the wrong side of the street, and two men exited the car. A bald headed black guy in an old high school jacket and a white guy with an old 80's ducks-ass haircut, wearing a leather jacket, looking like some kind of James Dean throwback. The two entered the rear entrance, which made him frown. Usually the guest parked down the road in another parking lot. And usually the guest entered the front door. Looked like Luigi had some new henchman.

He watched intently, and after a few minuets the James Dean wannabe came back. Barnes swung the scope so it centered on hid forehead, but didn't fire. "Jacket," as he was starting to think of him, got in the car, and made a U-turn. He watched for a little while as the car disappeared around the corner, then sighed and began disassembling his rifle. It didn't look like Goterelli would be making an appearance tonight. It was no worry; he had other targets, eleven total. He had been sent here to do a job, and he planned on completing it.


Authors Note- This is just a set-up chapter. There will be a few more, but don't worry, I'll throw in some action next time. Give me reviews, positive or negative.

4-11-05- Update. As an apology for no writing as of late, I have gone back and cleaned up the earlier chapters. I'll knock out a new chapter ASAP. Hopefully in two weeks time.