Grand Theft Auto: After
GTAIII
The smoke cleared from the barrel of my shotgun. Maria, pale and full of fear, turned around. The last Colombian Cartel member's body lay on the floor, his chest covered with shotgun pellets. He was going to bullet-spray Maria. I calmly walked up to his dead body and picked up his AK-47. I took the clip off and pocketed it. "You just saved my life!" I just shrugged. "Why are you quiet all the time?" Maria asked me. "What's your name?" "Eddie." "Cool. That's gonna be the only time you talk, right?" I nodded. I got inside my tweaked Stinger, 654 horsepower, and turned it on. The motor made a distinct Japanese engine sound. "Nice car." Maria said. She got in.
I put the car in gear and slowly drove off. I put the radio station on Chatterbox. "...Alright, let's go over here to line 3. Hello, I'm Lazlow. Who's this?" I switched gears. "Hi. My name is Anthony Richards. I'm having problems with the police. They're on to me." "And why's that?" Lazlow asked. I put the car on third gear. "Well, you see, the Leone family..." I turned up the volume. "...keeps asking me if I know a Maria, and I say no, and the police keep thinking I'm negotiating with them about drugs." "Who you work for?" "I'm a multi-millionaire. I own a shoe making company, Aeris Running Shoes. Well, I need a 'worker' for my business. Anyone interested, come meet me in..." Lazlow cut him off. I turned off the radio. I parked the Stinger in reverse in my garage along with my other two cars. "You got a Mafian Sentinel and a Diablo Stallion. Nice taste." Maria said. I owned the garage by the weapons delivery place. In there, I had a Banshee, a Cartel Cruiser, and a tweaked Cheetah.
In my Staunton garage, I have a Sentinel and a BF Injection. In my Portland garage, I have Ray's Patriot. I put the shotgun in the back of the Stinger and grabbed my Uzi. I put the Beretta in my back and the Uzi in my jacket. I closed the garage and went inside the apartments with Maria.
The smoke cleared from the barrel of my shotgun. Maria, pale and full of fear, turned around. The last Colombian Cartel member's body lay on the floor, his chest covered with shotgun pellets. He was going to bullet-spray Maria. I calmly walked up to his dead body and picked up his AK-47. I took the clip off and pocketed it. "You just saved my life!" I just shrugged. "Why are you quiet all the time?" Maria asked me. "What's your name?" "Eddie." "Cool. That's gonna be the only time you talk, right?" I nodded. I got inside my tweaked Stinger, 654 horsepower, and turned it on. The motor made a distinct Japanese engine sound. "Nice car." Maria said. She got in.
I put the car in gear and slowly drove off. I put the radio station on Chatterbox. "...Alright, let's go over here to line 3. Hello, I'm Lazlow. Who's this?" I switched gears. "Hi. My name is Anthony Richards. I'm having problems with the police. They're on to me." "And why's that?" Lazlow asked. I put the car on third gear. "Well, you see, the Leone family..." I turned up the volume. "...keeps asking me if I know a Maria, and I say no, and the police keep thinking I'm negotiating with them about drugs." "Who you work for?" "I'm a multi-millionaire. I own a shoe making company, Aeris Running Shoes. Well, I need a 'worker' for my business. Anyone interested, come meet me in..." Lazlow cut him off. I turned off the radio. I parked the Stinger in reverse in my garage along with my other two cars. "You got a Mafian Sentinel and a Diablo Stallion. Nice taste." Maria said. I owned the garage by the weapons delivery place. In there, I had a Banshee, a Cartel Cruiser, and a tweaked Cheetah.
In my Staunton garage, I have a Sentinel and a BF Injection. In my Portland garage, I have Ray's Patriot. I put the shotgun in the back of the Stinger and grabbed my Uzi. I put the Beretta in my back and the Uzi in my jacket. I closed the garage and went inside the apartments with Maria.