2006 Liberty City 5 years after Claude took the city through a trial of violence, money, drugs, and revenge the gangs of liberty city have gone through massive gang-wars in the city. Power has shifted dramatically. The Leone family once led by the paranoid, power-hungry, psychopath Salvatore Leone has lost their iron-tight grip on their turf and is losing a war with the Triads and the Diablos who have taken over Harwood. The Columbian cartel has kicked the south side hoods out of business in Shoreside Vale, however they've lost their turf in Staunton Island to the Yakuza who then lost it to the Leones who were branching out to try and regain a large portion of influence in the city. The Yakuza have not taken this insult lightly they are trying to push the mafia out of their turf and hold on to what they still have. The Yardies are slowly losing power to the Leones and have decided to side with the Yakuza for the sake of business. With gang-wars on the rise the police force is lowering their standards for recruits in a hope to get more officers. It has become a city on edge and all the gangs are waiting for their enemies to make their next move.

Joseph "Deuce" Aprile was a small-time twenty-four year-old hustler he lived in an apartment in Hepburn Heights, spoke with a raspy voice, he drove a black Sentinel and tried his best to stay out of the gangs business in the city the only time he didn't was when he already had enemies and was in jail. He had thick brown hair he kept slicked back, and green eyes, he was 6'2 tall; he was 190 pounds with an athletic figure and had a pale complexion one of his more distinguishing features was a scar made up of two that connected in the shape of a cross on the right side of his face, a vertical slash that started at the temple and ended at his chin and a horizontal one that started at the side of his nose to the front of his ear. He was a small-time hustler and he managed to stay out trouble with the cops who had worse people to chase after. His wardrobe didn't consist of much mostly t-shirts and jeans he had a leather sport coat he wore almost everyday. He left his apartment and headed out to Atlantic Quays to wait on a buyer he was supposed to meet there.

Deuce parked his car in the parking lot by the Warehouse that the local tweakers usually used for raves. Before he got out of the car he noticed three thugs standing by the entrance to the warehouse. He felt worried right away this place was neutral turf. I decided to press my luck and get out of the car.

"Hey who's this cat, doesn't he know this is our turf?"

"Your turf, nobody operates on this part of town."

"Not anymore, we run this warehouse now."

And with that comment they drew their guns. Deuce dove and took cover behind a Mannana. All he had on him was his pistol of choice an IMI Jericho 941; the thugs had a mac-10, a glock, and a stubby shotgun. Deuce knelt down and just before he took a few potshots an engine roared in the distance. A Diablos stallion came out of nowhere and parked next to the Mannana. The Diablos ignored Deuce once they got out of the car and open fired on the warehouse thugs. They got off plenty of fire and hit one of the thugs he went down quick, unfortunately the Diablos went down almost as fast.

There he was knelt down with a hand gun while two thugs were shooting at his only cover; he had to think of something quick. Deuce looked into the Diablos car and saw an opportunity. He got ready and took off firing at the thugs; he wasn't hoping to hit them just hoping for some cover. He stood at the corner of the warehouse waiting for my opportunity. One of the thugs slowly crept up trying to stay vigilant. Just as he turned the corner he found Deuce waiting with a baseball bat he took from the car.

"Oh fu..." Before he could finish his sentence Deuce introduced his face to the bat. The problem was there was one more guy waiting for him and he had a shotgun. The last thug started firing at the corner but all he did was give the building a buckshot makeover.

"Shit out of ammo." After that he could hear his footsteps, he was going for his friend's gun. Before he could reach it Deuce turned the corner and pressed his Jericho to the thug's forehead.

"Who the hell are you working for?"

"I'm not telling you shit."

"That's a bad answer."

"NO wait don't." Deuce didn't have time for this shit he just found himself at the scene of a mass homicide and the so-called thug wanted to be a tough guy.

"You've got one more chance, don't make me kill you."

"Go to hell I'm no rat."

"You're right you're no rat, you're a corpse." The mixture of his blood and brain matter left a disgusting mess on the concrete.

Deuce heard another car coming and turned around to see a modified sentinel coming his way. "Can't I catch a break today?"The sentinel stopped about six feet away from Deuce and he was greeted by three Mafia goons aiming at him.