Grand Theft Auto 3
Life on The Edge
Prelogue
10:50, only ten minutes from closing time at Liberty City Federal Bank. The small group couldn't get any faster in the souped up Cartel Banshee. "10:53! Hurry this up, we want people there. We ain't doing a sneak in job ya' know." said a slick spanish-type girl. "We is a going as fast is this beast goes." A look of anger entered the girls face. "I don't give a shit! You take it faster or there will be a rather large hole in that ugly columbian face of yours!" Without hesitation the young Cartel worker went faster, putting his foot at the gas harder.
The other two Cartel men ignored the girls feeble threats and continued loading the 12 gauge shotguns. Other than the girl, known as Catalina, was a young man. "Hey John, you ready for this!" Asked one of the Cartel men. John grinned as the speeding car went to a hault, his brown coat was starting to show the two pistols tucked away. He put them back in and responded. "Yeah, first job should be promising. Hopefully we get the amount we want."
One of the Cartel laughed as he jumped out of the car and got his gun in hand. Before they jolted in the bank they checked for cameras. None in sight, but there was a single customer in line, with one teller. "Okay, we do this my way, or we goto jail. Me, Catalina, is not gonna be seen in an ornage suit due to one of you newbies." She looked over to the driver and the young man, John Kayleson. John, in quick description, was a man who was sick of the law, and wanted to live his own life, in his own rules.
The 4 people waltzed into the room causion, while hiding their guns. As the last customer left a voice was heard. "Excuse me, it is closing time so if you could just..." Suddenly Carlos, the Cartel driver, pulled his gun out and quickly shot the camera out. The others already aiming their semi-auotmatics at the scared-teller. The frightened teller instintively raised the hands in the air, and waved them. Carlos started whispering to them. "She is signaling the police. We have to get out of here." Catalina just looked at him.
"Okay, you a better listen good,cuz' I am only saying this once. Fill this here suit case up with Hundred dollar bills only. If any ink grenades happen to find their way into this here suit case, you will have led in your head. If any cops are signaled you will have led in your head. Do you get that senoir!" Without looking back she responded to the lady. "Y-yes. Here you go." She immediatly pulled out a small steel box from the register compartment.
"Well open it, were you are!" The girl hesitated, but she pulled out a key and opened the box slowly. The box reveiled 6 large stacks of 100 dollar bills. "Good, now if you would like to live, you'd better fill the suit case full of those bills. Catalina kicked the suit case to the teller, and the teller picked it up. "You have two minutes, hurry." said Catalina, as if she was enjoying the fright of the bank teller. She was watching the girl fill the case with the money.
"1minute is up." Catalina reminded the teller. John just sat there and stared at the escape door. He definately wanted out of the current situation. The teller looked at the watch, and hurried. "Times up, bye." She pointed to Carlos, then the teller. Carlos got the point. He raised his 12 gauge double barreled shotgun, and took the young female teller into his sites.
"No, please. I did as you said," Carlos readied his aim. ", for christ sake, I have a child." Tears rolled down her cheeks as Carlos pulled the trigger. John looked away. "Okay Carlos, and Pablo, grab the bag." ordered Catalina. "As for you John, go check the door. Make sure those pigs aren't waiting for us." Catalina waited by the Emergency exit. John walked out the door, and immediatly shot at the overhead camera. In the background John heard a scream.
"Shit! She signaled th cops! I wasn't lying!" Then Catalina, Carlos, and Pablo ran out the door. Already police sirens could be heard. John waited a second for the trio to get past them. BANG! John quickly turned the corner to see Catalina picking up the suitcase from Carlos's dead grip. "Catalina, what is with you'r..." John was looking up at his former girlfriend."Sorry babe, but I am an ambitious girl, and you're..." Catalina cocked the shotgun."...just small time." John felt a rush of sadness, BANG, then a rush of pain.
He collasped onto the ground, staring at the body of Carlos, the Banshee leaving, and the cops pulling up.As John fell asleep he looked for the light of heaven, but he woke up in a hospitle. Cops staring at him, camera's watching him, and Catalina living her happy life with all the money in the huge mansion. John Kayleson was caught...
Life on The Edge
Prelogue
10:50, only ten minutes from closing time at Liberty City Federal Bank. The small group couldn't get any faster in the souped up Cartel Banshee. "10:53! Hurry this up, we want people there. We ain't doing a sneak in job ya' know." said a slick spanish-type girl. "We is a going as fast is this beast goes." A look of anger entered the girls face. "I don't give a shit! You take it faster or there will be a rather large hole in that ugly columbian face of yours!" Without hesitation the young Cartel worker went faster, putting his foot at the gas harder.
The other two Cartel men ignored the girls feeble threats and continued loading the 12 gauge shotguns. Other than the girl, known as Catalina, was a young man. "Hey John, you ready for this!" Asked one of the Cartel men. John grinned as the speeding car went to a hault, his brown coat was starting to show the two pistols tucked away. He put them back in and responded. "Yeah, first job should be promising. Hopefully we get the amount we want."
One of the Cartel laughed as he jumped out of the car and got his gun in hand. Before they jolted in the bank they checked for cameras. None in sight, but there was a single customer in line, with one teller. "Okay, we do this my way, or we goto jail. Me, Catalina, is not gonna be seen in an ornage suit due to one of you newbies." She looked over to the driver and the young man, John Kayleson. John, in quick description, was a man who was sick of the law, and wanted to live his own life, in his own rules.
The 4 people waltzed into the room causion, while hiding their guns. As the last customer left a voice was heard. "Excuse me, it is closing time so if you could just..." Suddenly Carlos, the Cartel driver, pulled his gun out and quickly shot the camera out. The others already aiming their semi-auotmatics at the scared-teller. The frightened teller instintively raised the hands in the air, and waved them. Carlos started whispering to them. "She is signaling the police. We have to get out of here." Catalina just looked at him.
"Okay, you a better listen good,cuz' I am only saying this once. Fill this here suit case up with Hundred dollar bills only. If any ink grenades happen to find their way into this here suit case, you will have led in your head. If any cops are signaled you will have led in your head. Do you get that senoir!" Without looking back she responded to the lady. "Y-yes. Here you go." She immediatly pulled out a small steel box from the register compartment.
"Well open it, were you are!" The girl hesitated, but she pulled out a key and opened the box slowly. The box reveiled 6 large stacks of 100 dollar bills. "Good, now if you would like to live, you'd better fill the suit case full of those bills. Catalina kicked the suit case to the teller, and the teller picked it up. "You have two minutes, hurry." said Catalina, as if she was enjoying the fright of the bank teller. She was watching the girl fill the case with the money.
"1minute is up." Catalina reminded the teller. John just sat there and stared at the escape door. He definately wanted out of the current situation. The teller looked at the watch, and hurried. "Times up, bye." She pointed to Carlos, then the teller. Carlos got the point. He raised his 12 gauge double barreled shotgun, and took the young female teller into his sites.
"No, please. I did as you said," Carlos readied his aim. ", for christ sake, I have a child." Tears rolled down her cheeks as Carlos pulled the trigger. John looked away. "Okay Carlos, and Pablo, grab the bag." ordered Catalina. "As for you John, go check the door. Make sure those pigs aren't waiting for us." Catalina waited by the Emergency exit. John walked out the door, and immediatly shot at the overhead camera. In the background John heard a scream.
"Shit! She signaled th cops! I wasn't lying!" Then Catalina, Carlos, and Pablo ran out the door. Already police sirens could be heard. John waited a second for the trio to get past them. BANG! John quickly turned the corner to see Catalina picking up the suitcase from Carlos's dead grip. "Catalina, what is with you'r..." John was looking up at his former girlfriend."Sorry babe, but I am an ambitious girl, and you're..." Catalina cocked the shotgun."...just small time." John felt a rush of sadness, BANG, then a rush of pain.
He collasped onto the ground, staring at the body of Carlos, the Banshee leaving, and the cops pulling up.As John fell asleep he looked for the light of heaven, but he woke up in a hospitle. Cops staring at him, camera's watching him, and Catalina living her happy life with all the money in the huge mansion. John Kayleson was caught...
