2:45 March 23, 2008

'Hey Lenny! Faustin don't like you no more!'

'Suck my balls you fucking serf!' retaliated Niko's target as he signalled for his 'muscle' to take care of this shit-head. One of the bodyguards charged at Niko reaching for his Micro-Uzi. Niko whipped out his Glock 22 firing two rounds into the bodyguard, he hit the ground instantly. Niko suddenly felt arms grapple around his neck, halting the oxygen flow too his now million-miles-a-minute brain. Niko did however hear the train coming down the track. He dropped the Glock and went limp, causing his attacker too loosen his grip. Quick as a flash Niko flipped the attacker onto the track using the forward momentum to leap onto the clear side. He climbed onto the platform effortlessly before bolting too the stairs and taking them down three at a time so that he reached the street below just as Lenny dived into his blue and yellow banshee.

'You're fucking mine!' Cried Niko as he ripped out an SMG, spraying the back tires.

'No please! DON'T KILL ME! I'm no rat!' Niko calmly walked up to the driver's seat to find Lenny clutching his phone to his ear.

'Faustin gave me orders... I'm sorry Lenny....' Niko then pulled the trigger letting SMG bullets tear through the man. He dropped his phone, which Niko saw the word 'connected' flash up on its screen. Niko picked it up, putting it too his ear. He heard a panicked voice yelling through the phone, 'LEONID! FUCKING ANSWER ME YOU CU- and hung up before chucking the mobile in the car with the disfigured corpse. Niko reached into his jackets side pocket and unpinned a grenade before dropping it near the vehicle and bailing.

*

The burnt remains of Lenny Petrovic, the son of acquitted crime lord and successful businessman Konstantin Petrovic were found today... blared the 60 inch LCD TV ... shortly after the 26 year old was killed in an explosion... 'Shut up... shut up... shut up...' muttered the man menacingly. ...involving his car, the police are still searching the scene... 'Shut up, Shut up' ...for evidence as to who could have do-'SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!' he screamed, throwing the coffee mug he'd been nesting in his hands at the screen.

'What the fuck are you doing?!' shouted the other man jumping back as an explosion of blue sparks leapt from the TV as he entered the room.

'I don't fucking know!' replied the man, hysterically hyperventilating as tear trickled down his face. 'No one fucking knows...' he said breaking down. 'I miss him... And I swear... I swear if I get my hands on this cunt... I'll f- fu-FUCKING RIP HIS BALLS OFF!'

'Take it easy child- I'm not a child...' he snapped back icily, his once thick Russian growl creeping back into his voice.

'Do you know who killed him?' He asked weakly falling back onto the couch exhaustedly

'No.'

'AGGGHHHHHHHHH!' he screamed again as he suddenly leapt up off the couch before overturning the coffee table in a burst of rage. 'No ONE fucking KNOWS!'

'I will know tomorrow.' Konstantin said quickly, hoping to calm the hysterical man down.

'Dmitry Rascalov wants to cut us a deal. He won't tell me who killed my son but he has said that it was Mikhail Faustin that ordered for it too happen... ' he finished unemotionally

'How can you be so unaffected? It's like you don't care...' said the younger man in a furious whisper.

'I've lost my son you cacushski, my only son, and you think I don't care?' roared back the older man.

The concluding silence seemed to last forever, until the older man gave in.

'The meeting... tomorrow... you're free too come along with me...'

'Look Konstantin... Goodnight...'