Garrett zipped up his jacket while waiting for his luggage to pass by on the small conveyor belt. After two long four hour flights He was ready to get his luggage and get to his brothers apartment in Broker. His large black suitcase went by while he was daydreaming; he quickly jogged over to where it was and snatched it off the rack. He walked out of the entrance to the airport and waited out front. He leaned against a pole that overlooked the street bringing a little life to the seemingly vacant street. He waited for about thirty minutes before pulling out his cigarettes. (He didn't smoke very often only when he was worried, or bored, or tired, or okay fine he smokes all the time what do you want man.) He breathed in the calming smoke and exhaled the fumes. He watched as the smoke danced in the wind before fading away. He threw the cigarette down and crushed it with the heel of his boot.
"Where's my fucking ride man." He thought to himself while crossing his arms.
A blue sedan pulled up in front of him. He smiled as the window rolled down and his brother stuck his head out the window.
"You coming or what?" His brother asked him.
Garrett smiled as he walked around to the passenger side opened the door and climbed inside.
"Well Mark, took you long enough." He told his brother while he adjusted his seat.
"Well how about I don't show up at all next time." Mark replied with a sarcastic tone in his voice.
Garrett opened his mouth to say a witty comeback but stopped as he felt someone beating on the back of his seat. He turned around to see his brother's late fiancée Amanda. She messed up his hair and laughed before she asked him.
"So Garrett what brings you to Liberty City?"
His brother gave her a stare that immediately shut her up. Garrett put a hand on his brother's shoulder.
"It's alright bro I suppose I can tell her."
He leaned back in his seat as his brother turned the corner and continued driving.
"Back home I kind of fell into the wrong crowd. I ended up beating people, running protection for stores, stealing cars, vandalizing stuff. I even killed people."
Amanda kind of shifted in her seat as if she suddenly felt like she climbed in a car with a completely different person than one she knew practically all her life.
"We don't have to worry about you well killing anyone right?" She said moving a little closer to the door. She felt like he might turn around and shoot her for even mentioning it.
"No I left all that behind me, I'm a changed man." He told her while rolling down the window to feel the breeze on his face.
Amanda eased up a little bit. They all sat in the car an awkward silence going on between them. Garrett took a brave step to break the silence.
"So Mark how's the life of a lawyer treating you?" He asked.
"Not bad I guess I'm working on a case against a big mafia boss that pretty much runs this city."
"Well that can't be safe. Has he threatened you or anything?"
"Nothing but the usual stuff, but I don't have to worry I got cops guarding our block twenty four seven."
"Great cops and I don't get along to well." Garrett stated plainly.
"I know you don't but at least we have some protection. Besides you shouldn't have a problem if-." His brother never finished that sentence.
A car slammed into them going at least 90. This caused the car to spin out doing a one eighty and slamming into a wall. Garrett rubbed his aching head as he looked around with blurry vision. He looked to the left to see his brother's head lying against the steering wheel a steady stream of blood pouring out of his forehead. He heard Amanda scream as two masked men threw her into the back of a van. He attempted to open the door but when he turned his head the bottom of an AK47 smacked him in the side of the head knocking him unconscious.