Day One-The Plan

Niko Bellic woke up in his South Bohan apartment, three weeks after what he considered to be the final kill. He had gotten his revenge on that snake Dimitri Rascalov. The deceiving piece of shit that killed his only link back to his home country. Killed Roman, his cousin who was the most kind and loving soul, the only person Niko know's to have had a soul. And he's dead. Just like the other twelve villagers, just like Darko Brevic, killed in a hail of bullets.

RING RING RING RING RING

"Who the fuck is it?" Wondered Niko to himself as he dragged himself from his bed, over to the cluttered table, sifting through the pizza boxes and drinks cans until he found his cell phone and answered.

"Hello?" He questioned.

"Nikolai, Mitt Fitzsimmons here. I have a proposition for you. Meet me near the Northwood Heights Bridge, I'll be waiting in my car." And the suspicious voice hung up, leaving Niko unable to say a word.

Niko put on his blue track jacket and track pants, went downstairs and got into his blue Classique Stallion, turned the ignition on and made his way to the Northwood Heights Bridge. On his way, he flipped open the glove compartment and made sure his Glock 17 was there, locked and loaded. He took it from the glove compartment and stuffed it into his jacket. After a short drive, he reached the Bohan side of the Northwood Heights Bridge and step out of his muscle car. He walked over to a black Vapid Sunrise, and stared at the person in the driver's seat, before making a phone call. He noticed the driver pick up his phone.

"Get in the car." And once again, the mystery man hung up.

"Welcome." Said Mitt.

"What do you want from me?" asked Niko.

"Your skills. I know what you are capable of. I've seen the bodies you have left on the streets. Remember that 'job' you did with the McCreary's? Bank robbery gone horribly wrong?"

Niko slowly nodded as he remembered firing his M4A1 Carbine rifle at the police in Chinatown, gunning them down as he escaped, bullets powering through their bodies and vehicles. He knew what he was going to be asked to do.

"Giovanni Ancelotti. He wants your head. He knows you kidnapped his daughter, killed one of his Capo's and destroyed his drug running syndicate. He hates you. He wants to see your blood over the pavement. If you help me, I will be helping you."

"What if I say no?" replied Niko.

"Well, the fact that I know you were involved with the bank robbery, that could put in for some serious time, how does twenty five to life sound?"

"Like a fucking party. What do you need me to do?"

"Kill Giovanni. But make it spectacular. You work for me now, you are heading up my team, you name the weapons, equipment, it is your, the amount of men, I can give you what you need."

"Why do you need this done so badly?" asked a doubtful Niko.

"Because the Mafia are on the rise, they are getting more and more powerful by the day. I have done things such as this before, you do not understand the scale of which I need this done. I have people undercover in his operation, I know where he lives, and where will be going. In a few days, he shall start the first part of his move to Vice City. He is going to a 'safe haven' in Bohan, some Garage on Windmill Street, used to belong to the Pavano's. I know his route, and how you can ambush him. Please Niko, let me know what you need and its your for this." Explained the desperate Police Commissioner.

"What is his route?"

"He will be coming over the Northwood Heights Bridge, we have the perfect ambush, and all I need is you to execute it. We will set up explosives on the Bridge, and you shall block it, you and however many man you need, with whatever you need."

"Right, I'm expecting I will need ten men, assault rifles and some concrete barriers, one large truck, can you get this." Said the tactfully minded Niko.

"Show me where and I can set up the barriers in the next day."

"How long is Ancelotti's convoy?"

"One Landstalker, he will be travelling in a Cognoscenti."

"Give space for that, from the barrier to the next opening, set the explosives in the middle, where is your undercover man?"

"He is part of the chopper crew, got an M60 machine gun, providing air support, the whole chopper crew is undercover, they will turn on the ground crews when we give the orders. He is at no risk"

"Ok, we need the truck to pull up behind the convoy, block them in while we fire on them."

"What weapons do you need?"

"Hmm, I will require an M249 SAW, supply as many rifles as you can."

"Ok Nikolai, we have a deal, do not fuck this one up, I will be in contact when I next need you." Said Mitt, as he pulled away.

With that, Niko went back to his South Bohan apartment and made a quick phone call.

"Hello Phil, I need your help, are you free?"

"Niko, come meet me, you know the place." Said Phil Bell.

Niko made his way to the offices in Port Tudor, with a million things running through his mind.

"Hey Phil, get in." said Niko as he pulled up outside the offices.

Phil got into Niko's Stallion and they went for a drive.

"I need your help, I have been told to take out Giovanni Ancelotti…"

"Wait what the fuck? Are you mad, I hope you getting paid good!" replied an anxious Phil.

"Mitt Fitzsimmons. He is bribing me into this; he is going to supply me with the guns and the men to do this. But I need someone like you that I can trust, we are getting tactical vests, like the NOoSE, everything, we are safe Phil, I need you in case anything goes wrong." Explained Niko.

"Ok alright, you were a good earner for me Niko, and I know you ain't full of shit, I'll help you, just let me know when it is."

"In a few days, I meeting our man tomorrow I think, to take a look at the equipment."

Niko left and drove back to his apartment, and drifted back to sleep.