"Look, my brother, Carlos Green, can't continue living live at the rate he is doing. He can't pay his bills, his salary is worthless, and he spends it all on alcohol. Now I've heard that you are the king of the city looking for someone to do your dirty tasks. I'm willing to if you pay me so I can redevelop Carlos's life under a new identity in comfort and straightforwardness." said Jim. He observed the old man consider his request. Jim was bewildered why he ever decided a life of crime. He knew that his brother everything to him. He remembered before 'the accident' of how they both sat in Grandma Anna's garden staring at the vegetation and the surrounding flora. The accident fogged up those good times, but they managed to shine eternally in his mind. He shed a tear at the remembrance. It was abnormal how his misery had befallen in him when he never saw the situation itself. All he remembered was the high-pitched tone of Carlos and the loud thud of metal. The man looked solemn. "It seems as though I do require a man, presently. Of course compensation will be given through me, but success is vital. Excuse me if I'm wrong, but I don't think you can handle this task. Tell me, have you ever held a firearm to a man's head and pulled the trigger, hmmm?" The man stared curiously at Jim's quivering body. "I suppose not. However, I am a kind man. My hearts is gold on the inside, but believe me: I am a cold, stringent slayer that can eradicate you if you tell anyone about my organization!" His eyes reddened in his pale, somber face. He held out a pistol and transferred it to Jim, still worried but in a formal manner. "Jim. I'll tell you I adore gambling. Hell, I even own my own casino in Las Venturas. But I don't take chances with my employees. The mission is unchallenging unproblematic of a person like you." He paced to a shelf of vintage books and took a rather large one, pulling out a map. He unfolded the paper to reveal an outsized amount of scribbles. "I do apologize for the cluttered scribbles I drew. At that time, Drew, my previous member of staff, failed to please me. I had to kill him on the spot. It made sense that I did." He laughed a grave cackle seeing Jim's face full of anxiety. "Anyway, this here map is a full, satellite photo of Liberty City. There is a bunch of hooligans that wish to run us ought of business. Their head founder, Lauren, or what she is known to be called "The Bereavement" is the target to the solution. I want you to execute her in front of my eyes so that the gang will be weakened. You understand so far?" He stared at the consideration gestures I made, and immediately grew tougher toward this powerful person. "Stop with your prattle. I came here for dough, and I can easily leave if I don't get it. Suppose I do decide to follow up with your task. How much bucks are you willing to pay me?" I stared at his bland smile, and he got shivers down his spine. "Will two million dollars settle you down, friend?" He held out a suitcase full of greens, Jim was dumbfounded. He had to accept, forgetting the aftermath. His brother was in need for a push to normality, and this offer could do that and help him in the future as well. He accepted.